[She shakes her head; how is she supposed to know what they were thinking? But she shifts before she goes on, absolutely not pulling out of the hug but turning her face away so she can speak a little more clearly.]

It was nine years later. [have fun doing the math on that one, Luke] And it was the same, nine hours and the exact same rules, but with only nine of us together. ...Light and I weren't the ones who needed to access the field then. [Though she's settled some, between the comfort in the hug and how much less it hurts to think about the second game, she speaks slowly, mindful of each word.] I...still don't think I really understand, but... That girl was saved that way. The one who died. And the men behind the first nonary game were finally punished. That's why...why the second nonary had to happen.