[It’s Lenalee again. She’s holding the ‘berry still, video on. She’s alive, although clearly not in the best shape. Her eyes have dark circles under them, and her neck, not bandaged, bears clear red cuts and bruises from a few days before, when she died. She winces as she looks up at the feed.]
[Still, the girl smiles. It’s slightly forced, but nonetheless, still there. Despite that, something seems quite off. She seems more...subdued, tired. She tentatively touches her collar.] Well, I’m back. That…was quicker than I thought...
Black Order…How is everyone?
Private: Allen…can we meet, please?
Private: Brother, we really need to talk.
[She pauses.] And another thing, would a little bit of healing be possible, please? Something that can numb pain a bit, I-I’m not trying to ask for too much, am I?