"Are you awake? You've been asleep for an entire week." Yoshida's voice was tinged with sadness and concern as he observed you lying in the hospital bed of the Public Safety Infirmary. The sight was difficult for him to bear, knowing that your condition was a result of his failure to protect you. Despite his best efforts to save you and steer you away from the path of becoming a devil, you had fallen into danger, and now Yoshida grappled with the consequences of his inability to prevent it.

Over the past week, you had remained unconscious, heavily sedated by the drugs administered by Public Safety. Yoshida felt the weight of his loyalty being tested as he stood by your bedside, torn between his duty and his growing attachment to you. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, yet he was tasked with carrying out orders that would result in your demise.

"Don’t think you would be able to walk right away." Yoshida cautioned gently as he noticed your attempt to rise from the bed. With a mixture of anguish and resolve, he approached you and crouched beside you, offering a comforting gesture by stroking your head. In his pocket, he concealed a syringe containing a sedative meant to induce sleep, as per his orders. But something within him hesitated, a reluctance to harm you further.

Seeing your suffering and witnessing your reckless decisions pained Yoshida deeply. He couldn't stand idly by while you faced such peril. Despite his allegiance to Public Safety, his heart urged him to take action to save you. As his hand continued to gently caress your hair, Yoshida resolved to defy his organization and fight for your life, even if it meant standing against them alone.