Kyouya didn't know Lee. He accepted that. But everything in his mind rebelled at the idea of asking a little girl to shoot someone. Someone she cared about especially. The idea of it threatened to make him sick.

But years of concealing his thoughts and feelings from others kept his desire from becoming action. Kept him from retching at the thought. Silenced all criticisms about this 'friend' of hers. It took him a little while to answer. To keep himself calm enough to answer.

"I do." That was what she needed to hear. Not that he couldn't even begin to think about what that choice meant. About what she'd had to do. His stomach churned as he tried to think of any comparable situation and couldn't. "You... kept him from suffering. Like you said. It was the right thing to do."

But so, so wrong. So wrong she'd ever had to do it. God. He couldn't believe it. Couldn't begin to imagine it.