[It's exactly what she thought it'd be, and at first all she does is hold her breath. It feels as though she'd just been punched in the gut. She's dead? She's been dead for three years? And what's worse, her killer...

She stands up, satchel clutched tight in her hands as she glares down at her brother. She's not angry at him but unfortunately he's the only one around that can really accept any of the backlash from an answer like that.]

No! That's wrong! That has to be wrong!

[Her volume is as loud as ever, as if yelling will get her point across and make what he just said untrue.]

There's no way that bitch Sato could kill me! No fucking way, you're lying! Or you have it wrong!