[It had been pure instinct. Pure memory of having been able to do so before--though, usually with a razor--but that woman hadn't been her. Out of the moment, Ai blinks and notices the rest of the scene. The cut. The bottle on the floor.]
Ah. Yes. [She steps back, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest.] Of course, of course.
[That was only natural, after all. They had to do something afterwards but yes. That came first. It was only bad luck that took his life, after all.]
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Ah. Yes. [She steps back, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest.] Of course, of course.
[That was only natural, after all. They had to do something afterwards but yes. That came first. It was only bad luck that took his life, after all.]