[Retasu puts her glasses back on. She keeps forcing herself to walk over there, reaches for the dishtowels, got to clean this up... and then he tells her that and she just drops to her knees. In front of Issei and with a tea towel clenched in one of her hands, she hugs herself and trembles with her gaze fixed to the floor.]
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Okay. Okay. ...Okay.