Breakfast had been interesting, albeit a little uncomfortable for him. He wasn't sure how people could ever be comfortable with so much casual touching. It made him want to curl up somewhere far away from them. It was stupid, he knew, but he doubted that he'd ever get over his discomfort with it. He was glad to finally get outside and onto the rec field where there was space and thankfully, only other men so no chance of meeting with her. Part of him wanted to see her so badly, to talk to her and make her remember who she had been, who she should be. Another part of him wanted to curl up and hide.

He felt Hallelujah wrap around him as he went to find a place to sit alone near the edge of the field. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked finally. Hallelujah had known, hadn't he? Known who she was even as they fought her.

You wouldn't have been able to fight, Hallelujah replied. We would have been killed if you'd known.

He supposed that was true, although the thought of having fought her made him feel sick. She'd named him, given him a reason to survive.

[For Homura]