>"It's alright if you want to leave, Mokou, but really, I think you have the least to be embarrassed about of anyone here."
>"I'll try not to overwhelm you with all of this at once, Satori, but it's kind of a jumble."
>Think over the whole sordid affair we've been through the past day and a half or so.
>Mokou looks at you a little oddly, then folds her arms and looks away from Satori. "I'm ok," she says, a bit gruffly.
>"Very well," she replies.
>Satori nods slowly at you while you try to recount recent events in your mind. You honestly wonder how well she can pick up the details from all of this; it feels like your own thoughts are a bit of a mess at the moment, and you can't keep your mind from jumping back and forth to related, but irrelevant things, like ancient Chinese history, and wondering what Mokou must be thinking right now.
>"I could tell you if you want," Satori pipes up, but you keep concentrating on the actual important facts of your story. That can wait until you're out of mind-reading range; there are some things that don't bear thinking on right now...
>"Oh, don't worry on my account," she says, with precisely the opposite effect of reassuring you. "I've seen it all before, I assure you."
>Eventually, you think you've covered most of what was important. And probably far too much that wasn't.
>"I can't say I've ever heard anything quite like that," Satori says, at length. "At least, for once, someone won't suspect you of lying about it all."
