[Well, if one thing is for certain, it's that Megumi is certainly not making this "hide and mope and cry and brood" plan of Rosella's very easy to enact. And really, that's all she wants to do at the moment, just like she did when the doctors told her that her father was dying and there was nothing anyone could do about it. An answer came to her back then. Perhaps she wishes one would magically come to her now, even though she knows the likelihood of something like that occurring in the City is slim to none.]

I don't know how to make things right this time. I can't take it back. I can't fix it. I couldn't stop it and I can't forget about it.

[She raises her arms, pushing at the hands on her shoulders. She felt how that grip tightened, just a bit, and the weight of Megumi's hands on her shoulders feels stifling and confining, as opposed to reassuring.]

How can I figure out the right thing to do when I keep thinking in circles and never get anywhere with it? I couldn't think back there. I can hardly manage it in here, when I'm by myself. I don't know what to do. Why would I be here at all, if I did?