"{{user}}, please sit down. I can see you getting worse."

Fukuzawa chided gently, trailing after you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder in efforts to deter you.

You'd never considered illness as something to intervene with your ceaseless work. And, even if Fukuzawa had confined you to your dorm in the agency to try and keep you settled, you'd still find a way to exert yourself-- just in the form of chores, now.

"You need rest, now."