[ Should they? This is something that should be reserved only for instances when with someone that one cares about intimately. Honestly? The number of people Mitsuru has kissed in any sort of romantic gesture is a whopping one, and that had still be in the last six months of her life. Eighteen and living on the edge.

Well, she kind of had, but trying to stop the end of the world isn't nearly as relevant to her current predicament. Even if it suddenly feels just as important.

Mitsuru clears her throat to try and pull herself together. It...sort of works. ]

This is hardly of your doing...

[ She exhales. ]

...Our only hope can be that by...exploiting this weakness... [ Complying with the background music is too shameful to say. ] ...our enemy will be exposed for attack.

[ Just think about it as a battle. That makes it easier. ]