"Tsk, save your questions for someone who cares." Takahiro said on the way out.

The day passed quickly. Eventually, evening arrived. It was time to meet on the fourth floor. Yoromatsu, Ikutsuki, and Takahiro sat around on the couches, with Yoromatsu on a larger lounging chair. 

"So, Yoro-kun, how do you feel about the recruits?" Ikutsuki asked. They had passing discussions about them before, but this was the first time they had a chance to discuss things since two of the recruits awakened. Yoromatsu leaned forward in his seat.

"That Masato girl... she's interesting." He said quietly. 

"Not a word I would use." Takahiro replied, leaning back and putting his arms behind his head, Yoromatsu rolled his eyes. Takahiro had voiced his concerns more than once, but now it was getting annoying. Deciding to ignore his comment, Yoromatsu continued.

"That power of hers..." Yoromatsu shook his head. "...I've got a good feeling about her. She kind of reminds me of--"

"Oh, so [i]that's[/i] what it's about." Takahiro interrupted. "Look man, Yoshi's been dead for two years. Move. The fuck. On." Yoromatsu got really quiet, his eyes downcast. Ikutsuki wanted to be quiet, but he couldn't just let the conversation end like that. 

"Yoshiko-chan is dead. Yes. However, her death was not your fault. I know you know that." Yoromatsu remained silent, simply nodding his head twice when Ikutsuki spoke to him. With a sigh, he slapped himself a couple of times and tried his best to put on a face that wouldn't let on to the recruits that something was wrong.