The grieving gaijin wasn't sure how much time had passed as she knelt there holding the dead girl's hand. Long enough that her legs ached and her face was good and streaked with tears. It seemed like forever when she finally looked up at the door, finally aware that she wasn't alone in the room. The German's gaze was no longer its steely piercing self. Never before had the giant of an outsider looked so... vulnerable. Now that the mask was completely shattered, the sheer amount of emotion on Chloe's face was staggering. She looked up at Kisa with all but dead eyes, seemingly lost. What did they do now...?