[ An image of Kazuma as a nightmarish naga flashes through her mind, his fangs bare. His mind, no longer his own. ]

I hate secrets. But...

[ She's realizing for the first time how much she can relate to him. Even before all that, Kazuma never told her of his true intentions in Great Britain. Someone she saw as a brother figure, keeping dark secrets about something sinister, it should make her skin crawl to know he was a part of it. ]

Perhaps... Perhaps he didn't know how.

[ Was that an excuse...? She can't speak for Klint. ]

Perhaps he did not want to tarnish your image of him so completely.