[The amount of people who casually touch Ayumu on a regular basis could probably be counted on a single hand, Misora. It was less a matter of hate and more a matter of unfamiliarity, and the way he seems to hesitate might hint at such.

She seemed..... torn, about something. Something deeper than his aim, or the possible need to use this crossbow in the future. He's quiet for a moment before he lets out a short breath.]

I have important reasons for not wanting to kill even in self-defense, Misora-san... but at the same time, I'm wondering if this is really about my aim.