"Yes. I want to talk about them too."
Burushi breathed out and after making sure that Zoemi isn't exerting himself unnecessarily, she stepped away and sat back down on the chair she jumped off of.
"Interestingly enough, their condition is also getting worse bit by bit. Although I don't think it's appropriate to draw parallels here, it is a bit similar to your case. Actually, because I was checking on them and comparing the private visits, I ended up comparing your results."
She pointed out getting herself more comfortable in the seat and motioning at the black-haired boy.
"...so they are declining... Say. They wouldn't be getting worse every hour or so, would they?"
Zoemi sighed and nodded with a bitter expression, before looking back at the blond-haired girl and asking with a faint smile.
"...!"
The shock on her face was enough for an answer...
"Y-yes... it's almost uncanny how their condition worsens in perfect intervals..."
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