Michiru stays put, keeps her eyes trained on Haruka's face. It might be easy to reach out to her now, to take her hand again, but she won't. How many times has Haruka pulled away from her, today?

"I only thought you'd be able to bear it."

Not that she wouldn't care— but that Haruka, who has taken to their mission so well, would be able to handle it if she were given enough time.

"Do you intend to tell me that I was wrong?"