[video] July 11th, morning.
[The video on the PDA flickers once or twice. A hand blocking the screen moves away to reveal a corner of blue sky and an extremely tired face. The face in question belongs to a young woman with short black hair. Naoto looks beat up, worn, as if she had just come out of a fight.]
Is...this on?
[She blinks at the screen a couple of times, hesitating a little bit more before plunging on.]
I'm sorry, but I won't fight your battles. That's something the people in this city should do. I have to do something back home and...I have to get back. I have to save them.
[A pause. Her face is darkening now and her mouth is set into a hard line.]
Please. Return my katana to me. Now.
Is...this on?
[She blinks at the screen a couple of times, hesitating a little bit more before plunging on.]
I'm sorry, but I won't fight your battles. That's something the people in this city should do. I have to do something back home and...I have to get back. I have to save them.
[A pause. Her face is darkening now and her mouth is set into a hard line.]
Please. Return my katana to me. Now.