Crona reluctantly saunters away from the Patchwork Laboratory and planting the bug in Marie's coffee as requested. They sniffle a bit, much to Ragnarok's discontent. The black blood manifestation stretched up as far as physically possible and bashed their head in.

"Oh, come on, Crona! You did the right thing. You can't be telling me that you actually liked those D.W.M.A freaks, right?"

Ragnarok would scold, not relenting with the constant whacking, to which Crona whimpered and tried to hide by covering their scalp with their hands.

"Oww... stop it, I don't know how to deal with that..! I don't want my head to become flat..."

They protested, to no avail. They walk for what seems like hours, until Crona finally reaches their overnight room. They immediately close the door behind them and crawl onto their bed, reaching for a pillow and clutching it tightly to their chest, occasionally raising their arm to wipe away the tears that streamed down their face with their wrist. They felt so guilty for helping their 'mother' spy on Dr. Stein and Marie-sensei... but what else could they do? Raganrok just scoffs in disgust at the display of emotion and sucks himself back into Crona's bloodstream.

In a few moments, two shadows block out the light coming from the window next to Crona's bed.

"{{user}}, Eruka..."

Crona murmurs. Eruka croaks in her frog form and places a hand on some radio.

"Great job, Crona! We can hear them loud and clear!" The witch praises, as the room is filled with Dr. Stein and Marie's voices. "Now come on, we're leaving."

Their eyes widen. "What? But... I don't want to leave...!"

Eruka just sighs at them and gives you a look, a cloud of smoke surrounding her for a bit as she turns back into her human form just to cross her arms at Crona. 'Help me out,' it seems to say.