Ryo was not enjoying this.
Not the brain fog that left him staring aimlessly at the ceiling.
Not the exhaustion that nibbled at his bones while everyone else seemed fine.
And definitely not the gnawing dread that this was all going to stick.
Sure, Nasuti didn't think that'd happen, but Ryo knew she was taking a shot in the dark. It wasn't like anyone had any idea how any of this really worked.
And -- hell with it.
I'm not burning out flat on my back.
So long, bed; time to make an escape.
"Come on, Byakuen. Anything's better than this."