Renju sat on a cushion in an almost-seiza sort of position, her feet just far enough apart to keep them from cramping. (The cushion was very plush, which helped, and decorated in a tasteful pattern of grey and deep red that Renju found calming.)
"I..." She averted her gaze in a way that she rarely did, save when she used to talk about her dungeon. She hadn't come out of this clean, either. "I'm sorry as well." She shook her head and sighed. "I should have looked deeper..."
She ran a hand through her hair; her Millennium City counterpart (?) had kept it in even worse shape than she typically did, and her fingers found a few knots, to her mild dismay. "We need to plan. If Tachibana-san's estimation was right, we have no chance as it is. If the angels have a weakness, it needs to be found." A pause as she thought of the boy in the prison, whose face she barely noticed but whose presence had resonated curiously with her. Now she understood. "But I think we can act in small ways without bringing them all down on us."