[ makoto's so conflicted. she's preaching to the choir, here — he's well-informed when it comes to tellus's public incarceration system, spending an indeterminate amount of time getting weird anecdotes from the jail's various other inhabitants.

it's the kind of thing that stains a record with lasting permanence, and for makoto, who experiences an acute sense of compunction for circumstances beyond his control, he can't help but overtly worry for her future. it's nonon's insouciance that puts him off, sharp and capricious. he tamps down on the rising octaves of alarm issuing out of him the further she speaks with minimal success. ]

N-No! Don't pummel her, you'll get in even more trouble! [ he's beside himself in the acute death throes of panic just imagining the backlash from attempting a hit. ] Anyways, now that you're out, you should be working hard to find another way to approach things. If not for Ryuko-san's sake, at least your own.

[ unspoken: makoto doesn't want to attend nonon's funeral any time in the immediate future. ]