Tsukiro shuffled into his room back at the barracks and flopped down on the couch, not even bothering to take of his weapons. He lied there, thinking about what Central 46 might decide to do with Kita. He knew if they executed her, they would have the gods to answer to. But he was sure they could also think of something worse than death for her. That’s how the 46 worked.

While in her cell, Kita sat against the back wall on the floor her knees were drawn up with her arms wrapped around them. She was looking out through the bars at the guards as they stood tall and alert in front of her cell. They talked amongst themselves their talking low, but Kita heard every word. It was about her and what Central 46 might do with her. Needless to say. She did not like any of the ways they talked about.

Tsukiro’s stomach turned at the outcomes his mind conjured up. He groaned and turned on his side, facing the back of the couch. He worried incessantly about her, but he knew doing that would do nothing. He could only hope the 46 were understanding and lenient. He didn’t dare think about the fact that that was highly unlikely. Instead, he closed his eyes and thought of all the good things that came out of knowing Kita. All of the long conversations and their daring adventures, even in the face of what the forces in Las Noches could do in a heartbeat.

Soon, he dozed off to sleep without even realizing it.