[Erika's worried about her, when Kaede's mind just feels so clear. None of the hesitation and doubt that's plagued her, on and off for the past year, keeps swimming to the forefront of her mind. So what if she's an awful murderer? So what if people die here? They need to keep fighting, no matter what, to help as many people as possible.

Whatever the cost.]

You're right, [she says finally, humming quietly. There it is. Kaede finally figures out the clasps and undoes it, careful fingers pulling the gauntlet off and offering her hand again.]

Maybe I am a little different, but... even if it wasn't supposed to help me, I think it did. I wish everyone else could see that...