[Naoto could imagine what those voices were blaming Futaba for, but they could be more subtle. Also, honestly? The blame game? They didn't sound like Futaba's voice, but they could be part of her thoughts... Well, looks like she had more people to speak to about faulting others.]
[Slowly rising from her seat, Naoto looks towards Futaba.]
It sounded as though you needed the interruption...
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[Slowly rising from her seat, Naoto looks towards Futaba.]
It sounded as though you needed the interruption...