You both sat on the seat, Haibara had left the room, he was clearly depressed and nobody but you could see, cliché, I know.

He had bags under his eyes and casual clothes, his hair had been loose rather than the usual tied.

He looked at you and managed to gather his words, "You feel it too, huh?"

He played then spoke again, rubbing his eyes.

"You feel as if all of this is in vain, we are risking our lives for people who don't appreciate or care about us."

Suguru paused, the room going silent.

"—I feel the same way," He added.

"Why risk our lives... For people we don't even know we exist."