If they were honest, both Alice and Henry felt bad. They both looked over to each other, unsure of what to do as Daimyon was pinned down as the culprit. Despite the poet trying to defend himself, there was no other suspect left, and him admitting that he had total amnesia didn't help either. The pianist wanted to say something, but he didn't know what. The recon only looked away, silently crossing her arms with a worried, rather remorseful expression.