I would not be able to stay Monika's hand, even if I try. She couldn't have stayed mine, either. [She might not have done it even if she could have. It isn't that she has any hard feelings for either of them, even she's always been a pragmatist about the competition, about doing the most possible in the shortest amount of time.

After a moment's hesitation, she extends a hand to him, palm up, as if to offer it to hold in comfort.]

Do not feel sorry. As far as I am concerned, I can see the sequence of events that led to this. I expected to die tomorrow; Miki Kuroda was just an unexpected step in the stair.