[Ogata's gaze is on her through that whole heavy silence, and it continues to bear down on her after she answers as he considers her. One of the benefits of talking to Ogata over text is that you avoid those dark eyes of his. Giving little away and asking so much, like some sort of horrible, feline black hole.

It's a sort of answer he's not surprised to hear from Sayori. Bastion of kindness she purports to be. And really, he does believe her kindness. To a point.]

That's not the question I asked. I didn't ask what you think about them and their thoughts. I asked if you, yourself, at any point, even for one moment, ever wished they hadn't come here.
[He's pressing entirely because she hesitated to give her answer.]