[ They met each other masked, met each other on a mission – so this was how it goes down. They both know that no amount of playful flirting, of longing and wishing they could close distances between them... it has to go back to their responsibilities. This was new to Ann, still keen that they were thieves, not heroes – but she saves that for another morally gray thief in another universe. ]

What, like we were suppose to let you have your emo moment alone? Not our style. [ She's kidding, and maybe it was childish to downplay it as an 'emo moment'... but she doesn't want him to guilt himself. To let what could be weigh on him. ] So, basically, if we go this whole nine yards into the real world... we're going to suck. I'm not saying Akira or even Makoto will - they're ... crazy good at like, everything... But! This isn't my thing. I can barely go a full class in P.E. without dying.

[ Even when Kamoshida wasn't throwing everyone into the proverbial fire and letting them burn... Ann scrunches her face and flops back – it's clear she was over there lounging in her bed by now. ]

Okay, maybe that alone sells it a little more. Enough sadtalk about it – you swear we can do it... I'm not going to be a wet blanket about it. That helps no one.