[Patience is not a virtue Shura naturally possessed. It's something that's taken practice, years to hone a skill that went against her impulsive nature. And it's taking all of her patience to hold back as he thinks, as he processes whatever's going through his mind. After everything that's happened, it's nearly impossible for her not to suspect whatever might come from his mouth. If he said anything. He had, after all, refused to speak to her not long before.

But back there, he seemed to possess and frightening sort of acceptance of his eyes. Like it was perfectly normal that his eye was that glowing blue. Now he was shaking and having to hold on to himself to keep together. Her fingers twitch at her side. She wants to reach out and touch him, do something, but sentimentality is neither a virtue of hers as well nor did she think it would do much to get through to him, so she just brings her hand to rest on her hip.

As he stammers out a response, her eyes narrow. Was this better? If she thought talking to him could change things, she had hope. But she had told him since they had met again--repressing his true feelings would make him weak to demons, and here he was, Satan in his left eye. They were long past the point of prevention]

I'll summarize it for you then. Mephisto was was about to make a speech on national television, but he was shot before he could say much. You're the primary suspect.

[Honestly, she couldn't fault him for wanting to shoot Mephisto; it wasn't as if she hadn't threatened the damn demon herself. But he could have used some sense and pointed the gun when there weren't cameras around.]

It wasn't you. They're idiots and won't listen to me about it, but you were right off stage pointing a gun at him.

[So why did he do it right in that moment and what was he doing there to begin with? She doesn't understand, and she doubts he'll explain himself.]