[It's the same for her. Any one of her friends deserves to be here, alive, more than she does. She's the murderer, after all, the one who'd walked willingly -- if not exactly eagerly -- to her execution, all to try to save them from that killing game.

And yet she's here, and they're not.

She forces herself to push that thought to the far recesses of her mind, with the rest of her thoughts on the world she called home, instead focusing on what Akechi's saying. Dwelling on the past won't get her anything but nightmares, and God knows she doesn't need any more of those.]

That sounds really cool. [Her smile is more genuine as she opens her eyes, making a visible effort to focus on the moment before her.] You're a high schooler too, right? You must be a pretty reliable guy if the police could count on you to help with their cases.