[I saw Eren-kun trans- are the last words this bottle will ever hear. An instant and brutal throw at the first glimmer in his peripheral vision. The nearest goddamn window a sudden target of three months of wrath. It doesn't shatter the glass - the bottle is the only causality and the blue liquid seeps against it like forgotten cleaner.

Cool! He feels a little better. What he hell else did Maruki say? His voiced turned to static for a couple minutes. He backtracks. Heard it. Only a contract left. This man truly has nothing.

Akechi arrived in the same manner. It's bizarre how familiar this feels.]

I should have known a researcher would understand how dangerous it is to put our faith in a random bottle of liquid promising power. Mine is in my room as well. Untouched, of course. I refuse to play our captor's games.