[...] [In further silence, Setsuna's unreadable eyes just trail down to his empty milk carton. He folds it quietly, then properly slides it inside the disposal container right beside him.]
I am fine.
Though... [After he lifts his gaze again, thinking to himself. He has a promise to keep. A promise that he wouldn't needlessly worry about Moji. But human or not, he still has a heart. He can't help his concern, in the end.] Is that really so?
It has been a while since then. [Ever since that "incident," he means.] Are you truly all right?