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Emi inwardly scoffed at Ito’s sudden sincerity, rolling her eyes as she slung her bag over her shoulder. As expected, she didn’t seem to take any of what she said seriously. Emi didn’t know if Ito was trying to cover her tracks or make herself out to be innocent or what, but she didn’t buy it. Didn’t forget ‘those that died’, huh? Ito never knew them to begin with, she had no place commenting on them in any respect. That last little quip was the icing on the cake, and Emi made an inward promise that she’d be bringing all hell to bear on Ito if she ever heard her utter a word about her missing friends again.

Ito’s little parting remarks were beneath contempt; all the more frustrating, then, that they still brought a fresh tear to Emi’s eye, a pit in her stomach over that tasteless remark about Reiji-san. [color=E5C4CD][i]Ha,[/i][/color] she thought bitterly, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, [color=E5C4CD][i]shows how much you know.[/i][/color] 

Shaking her head, Emi finally straightened, insisting to herself that she pull herself together. She’d had more than enough time for grieving, and it was all the less appropriate now, given the new evidence she’d uncovered. Her friends wouldn’t want her moping while there was still work to be done in saving them! 

Of course, she had responsibilities to take care of before she could dive into [i]that[/i]—and that was assuming she even knew where to start. Ugh. Two taps of a button on the side of her phone made it read out the time; great, she was already late for her council meeting. She touched her eyes gently, noting how warm and puffy they felt; great, it would be clear to everyone on the council as soon as she walked in that she’d been crying. She wasn’t sure what they expected for her first day back to a place loaded with so many memories of her missing friends, but still, it wouldn’t do to show up to her first meeting looking like a wreck. 

Taking a deep breath, Emi brandished her cane and took off out of the classroom, making her way to the bathroom—fortunately it seemed all the rooms were in the same places as before—to splash some cold water on her face before making a beeline to the student council room. She didn’t know if that would be enough to erase the evidence of her little breakdown, but it was going to have to do—either way, she’d have a few choice words ready for anyone who felt the need to comment on it. 

A fresh new braille nameplate next to the door told her she’d found the right room, and after one last breath to steel herself, Emi pushed inside, painting an apologetic smile on her face as she entered. 

[color=E5C4CD]“Hi, sorry I’m late! The renovations have me all turned around,”[/color] she greeted, recycling her former excuse before anyone had the chance to call her out on it. She scanned the room with her leftover Persona knack as she spoke, trying to figure out just how many people she’d embarrassed herself in front of. Seemed like three: Naomi-san, Nakano-san—crap, it wasn’t a good look to arrive after the President—and a third person she didn’t recognize. Inching forward, she found a few desks situated near the middle of the room; hopefully they were reusing the square formation from before. 

[color=E5C4CD]“Is there a specific seat for me, or should I just choose one?”[/color] she asked the room, folding up her cane. Tucking it into her bag, she added cheerfully, [color=E5C4CD]“And who’s our new member?”[/color]

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