[ She's stilled into silence for a very long time, and it's what causes deep blue eyes to widen, her lips to part ever so slightly. ]

Inaban, she--

[ Iori closes her hands into tight fists by her sides, shaking.

She can't say she can't imagine it. But. . . as her best friend, she can't-- ]

She's not the type of person that would do something like that without thinking really hard and long about it. Inaban, she-- She must have had a really good reason to do something like that. She wouldn't kill someone as the first option. Inaban's just not like that!

[ Or maybe she's the one making assumptions this time about her.

Who's to say that the Inaban that was here was the same one she remembers? Maybe she was a different one, maybe it was just like Goro and Akira and Yusuke.

The thought is chilling and sends shudders down her spine. ]