Maizono sat at Naegi's desk, shortly after switching rooms with him. Her body shaking as hot, salty tears ran down her face. The tears ran down her smooth pale face and splattered on the notepad in front of her. He face was shielded by a thick frame of blue hair, her eyes mostly unnoticeable. Her dark blue eyes wide with terror, shame, and sadness. Her back was hunched, as if she was protecting the note pad. Her bright pink lips quivering with gentle sobs. She had an awful feeling about her plan. It wasn't guilt, it was fear. What if something went wrong?
What if he managed to get ahead and get to her first?
'No. Stop thinking that way.' she told herself. She continued to ignore that bad feeling telling her to stop this now. She had to do this. There wasn't any other way. Someone was going to get hurt...or worse. And it won't be her. She won't let it be her who got hurt. She had to get out. She had to make sure. She wanted to see if he actually managed it. She also knew someone was going to do it soon. She was one of the weakest, it was now or never.
She had to do this. She had to! She had to. She had to? She had to...she didn't want to die, not now. Not ever. There is a way out of this. That's to kill another person. It was awful. It was brutal. It was inhumane.
...But she had to...
...Because in this world...
...it's kill or be killed...
She didn't want to die.
So someone else is going to have to.