[She has her back to him- all the while she's putting her ribbon on, and trying to straighten out her wardrobe so it doesn't looking like everything had just spent the night on the floor. Akazawa reached up to her hair, fixing it and making it look proper.... and she still refused to turn to him.]

Did you mean it? [she lowered her hands and crossed her arms, almost looking like she's hugging herself- really.]

When you said you'd protect me.... since... well- I could be next you know. There's no telling who's going to die one day and who isn't...