He did catch a flash of the red, but he didn't press the matter yet. "Yes, I do. I arrived here shortly after the FLEIJA detonation over the Tokyo Settlement. I had thought Nunnally had been killed. I have never been more glad to be incorrect."

He crouched down beside her. Watching her fight her pride wondered if he was looking in a mirror, a peculiar kind that reflects one's own personality back instead of their physical features.