Michiru's lips purse and her eyebrows draw together. She wants to reach out, to steady Haruka's hand— but how well will that work, when she's as angry as she is?

She takes a tentative step toward her, regardless.

"I suppose it was."

Haruka had still ended up hurt, hadn't she? She had still died, and everything Michiru had put her through was— not for nothing, necessarily, but it hadn't done much good. The stab of guilt she feels is, for once, written across her face, even if it's only for a brief moment.

"If I say I won't do it again, will you be satisfied?"

Even she isn't sure if she'll be able to make good on something like that— and she won't take back what she's done so far— but if the offer will make Haruka feel better, then...