His nurse came to collect him from breakfast, far too early for his liking. He enjoyed spending time with others and Nunnally had been no exception. Still, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty as he left. Would she be fine? Would she manage? He'd noticed the crutches but been too polite to ask. The monsters wouldn't spare her. Kio's stomach tightened at the thought.

It was cold outside, enough to warrant a coat. If his nurse was right, if he'd been ill, then he needed to take precautions. Helping others would not work if he was going to be confined to his bed all the time. Sou-chan hadn't seem to appear for breakfast, but in the rush he could have easily missed him. Kio didn't want to think about that either. He watched the others, carefully noting expressions. Worried. Concerned. Some smiling, but they were far too few.

Kio tightened the coat around him, enough that his nurse gave an approving nod. In this light, she was almost normal. Was he really the sick one? The one who needed to be cured? His delusions and the lies the fed him. He was getting sick of them. But as long as people were sad and lonely, Kio would have to help. Even if it meant staying behind.