[ Mitsuru opens her mouth to speak, but there's a moment of hesitation before anything actually comes out. ]

Speaking perfectly honestly, I'm not sure ...

[ Her eyes fall towards the table, settling on the teacup in front of her as though she might find some answer in its contents. ]

I want to discuss it, yes, but another part of me wants some kind of escape ... it's been all I can think about, of late.