She had no clue what the belt could do, but at least she meant to try. She ignored the coward at her back and charged forward, hoping to bluff back the attackers, or failing that, take one of them down with her. She failed, of course, but... she had tried.

As she passed out, a name was on her lips. She might have given up on being in love with him, but she still loved him, still wished she could see him one last time. Would he try and save her? Probably not. But she knew he's save himself, he'd be fine. At the moment of what she thought was her death, she wanted to see him more than anything.

"Ikuto..." she whispered, as the gas overtook her. Reaching.