Futaba had been quiet for a while now. Things had started to become busier with the ringing of the funeral bell. It was easy to just let the sounds wash over her, eyes stuck on Laslow's unmoving body. He's really dead. Someone here had killed him.

Yusuke's voice is the one that finally rings through to her, through the haze. She blinks and looks up.

He's okay. At least Yusuke's all right. But they're all still in danger. She hates this. She doesn't want to lose anyone else. But if it had been Yusuke... if she'd lost the only friend she had among these strangers... For her it still feels like it's been such a long time since she's had to worry so strongly about losing someone she cares about, even if she knows now that's probably not the case.

"..." Saying nothing probably says it all. She does step closer to him, like she wants to reach out and grab hold of his sleeve but decides not to. But because of that he should have no trouble hearing, under her breath, her say--

"We have to find his killer."