Akira's POV
I am already in the canteen when Sena finds me.
The place is half-full with the usual midday noise, trays scraping, low conversations, the metallic clatter of utensils against plates. I chose a table near the back wall because it lets me see the entrances without sitting in the open. Old habit. Mission habit.
The kind of positioning the system trained into me so thoroughly that I do it now without thinking. My tray sits mostly untouched. Rice, some kind of protein, a cup of tea that has gone lukewarm. I keep my hands wrapped around the cup for the warmth and try not to look like someone whose entire internal architecture shifted two nights ago.
Kael knows now.
