Connie still refuses to look Kanji in the eye. She couldn't stop thinking about the situation, about the dozens of ways she could've pulled Futaba out if she hadn't froze. But it was too late now, anyways. "Tell her... tell her I'm sorry.

"...I screw- messed up, Kanji. I messed up really badly. And I know she's safe now, but," Connie clenches her fists, "I still could've gotten her out earlier! I could've said something, done something that would've pulled her back to reality, but..."