A whirlwind of memories, years and years passing... it was strange, to see someone aging - funny to her how that was what stood out. She held onto Akechi's arm, just to be sure he was still there, the 'right' one, the solid one. The rest flew by so, so quickly.

Her grip tightened once - when she heard the words that Shido was spewing to the eighteen year old, more hurtful and malicious in such a different way than she'd ever experienced. But the violence, the gore, the death... she stared unflinchingly at it.

The last image was the most confusing. Her brows furrowed... this... this didn't make sense. How...? Was it a delusion? Looking up at Akechi with uncertainty...

"What's happened here?"