...Chitose sent me a note. Asking...if we could talk about earning respect. I had...remembered we'd argued about it last week, and decided to go.

[Her bangs are covering her eyes at this point. She...she can't look at them. She can't. They shouldn't have to look at her.]

When I arrived, we spoke for a short time...in circles, almost, until she...until Chitose revealed a knife. And...I tried...I tried to get it out of her grasp, and we fought...[She shakes her head.] I was only trying to get her to let go of the knife, not...