[Normally, Susato would treat this like a puzzle, but she's already quite frustrated by circumstances, and it's hard to feel this lost. These stupid goddamn angels.]
I'm not sure, Alisaie. Because you had met them before? [. . .] Perhaps they had given you instructions, simply not the ones I assumed?
[A huff.]
I wonder, though, if I thought what I first thought, why I - [She trails off, as though she's thinking better of continuing that thought.]
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I'm not sure, Alisaie. Because you had met them before? [. . .] Perhaps they had given you instructions, simply not the ones I assumed?
[A huff.]
I wonder, though, if I thought what I first thought, why I - [She trails off, as though she's thinking better of continuing that thought.]
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But then Susato adds to them, and a look of bemusement comes to her face.]
Why you...?
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[Oh, well. Her body language conveys enough.]
So they gave you instructions, and these instructions are somehow related towards your suspicions about Yukio Okumura-san.
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[But there's a look of relief on her face, a tiny quirk of a smile.]
As I said--there was a reason for my belief. I cannot be certain, however.