...please.

[It's said so softly, it's a wonder the phone can even pick it up. Ayato's wrapped his knees with both arms and has his phone on the ground beside him. He buries his head into his legs and tries to breathe, even if he has no idea what he can talk about.]

I knew she would try to confront me at some point. I planned for it. I just didn't expect her to just walk in to the estate grounds to talk to me.