Michiru's fingers curl around Haruka's tightly, and she sighs. Her features smooth out, then, slowly but surely, and she lifts her head to look at Haruka.

"If we hadn't made that promise, would you have been able to turn a blind eye if I were hurt?"

Would you have tried to protect me, is what she wants to ask— and her tone, serious as it is, might say as much— but she's making an effort not to twist that particular knife. She's well aware of how hypocritical this is of her, anyway: making Haruka promise to leave her behind, but being so unwilling to do the same.