[Well, it's happening in the premier class bar like he said. Hiyori is clearly pretty stressed and worried that everyone will hate him now. He's trying to pick out drinks he thinks everyone would like. Absinthe for Beatrice. Cola for Jonathan. He's got sparkling water. The condensation marks on the side of the cup indicate a heavy, stressed grip.]

Uh, first things first, a toast to the fallen.

[A moment of silence. All three were complete strangers to him. For an educated boy, Hiyori has surprisingly few words.]

To business... Everyone please consider disclosing any powers or other resources you've discovered. Because the Captain already knows and we have no incentive whatsoever to hide them from each other, being, well, all in this together and everything.

I see the future. I was with, you know, Satanichia-sama in the premiere class seats and saw Dazai-san shot by the Captain; she can vouch for what he said. Obviously I failed to actually help, and I'm really sorry. I haven't done the thing again since then. If I do I'll let you know I guess. That's all.