Her eyes skip over the woman, still on stage with her gleeful grin, and onto the crowd again. A quick dart back to Homura, then glancing back to the stage. The bowls had only two names. Her fate was decided from the start.

"The end being tossed into another arena mere nights after one ends." She breathed in, out, harshly, still trying to get her breath under control. When she can finally control her tone, it's trying to be light, casual, "It's too late to go back and take back all the people I talked to in Seven. And I wouldn't really want to--and it's selfish to wish someone else could take my friends places."