Crying.

That's what general Sara heard when passing by a cell. Usually, cries wouldn't concern her, but she found herself stopping.

—"What's the matter here?" Her voice rang through the mostly empty cell. She could see you curled up on the thin mattress.

You were locked up here because you refused to give up your vision. Sara would always feel a pang of guilt when she had to take the visions away.

—"..don't cry, you don't look nice." Kujou Sara mumbled out and looked away. Comforting someone was something alien to Sara.