[Not even the end of the world can cure an inferiority complex. The mastermind was a beauty, and Fukawa's spent too long holding the short end of the stick to not fault her for it.

As her revulsion had been to him, his lack of response is a balm to her. She can't tolerate coddling, detests pity, and desperately wants the moment to be over with. As long as he believes her and doesn't press on old bruises, she'll happily see the back of the subject.

He's not quite finished, though.]

Want to? [Her contorted expression gives him all the answer he needs.] Of c-course not! Do I look like s-some meat-headed brawler to you? Even if I was, who would want to fight under such sadistic conditions? Do you like cutting swathes through the undead?

[There is a pause though. Something potent that quiets her ire. Makes her pick another patch of sandwich loose.]

Although...what we want and wh-what we have to do are two different things, now. There's no other way to survive. You have to move forward, no matter what. [Fukawa sighs heavily.] N-not that I'm much good at that either. Don't expect too much of me, if you're looking for muscle or something.

[Syo was the best bet there. But setting her loose in a world of peace, with neither Komaru or Byakuya-sama to hokd her back? It sounded risky at best and disastrous at worst.

Best to get the lay of the land first.]