Kouchisei's cell smashed fragmentally on the layer of concrete. He could only stand dazed beside the remains, even though he was aware. What he wanted was to turn and ask the crazy girl what she was doing, but his eyes were faster than his mind, which had stuck on the fact Kozue had done this. His gaze swept over the ruined device. It was incomprehensible, really, that she had.
Once he hit the mark, he had to be held back with some force to stop himself doing something he should have done swiftly - he was heading for the bench, where he organised his bento and gave a low-whispered comment. He could feel through the anger that something wasn't quite right and rubbed his hands.
"I suppose there's an excuse for this somewhere. What is it?"