Shura shakes her head, her tea forgotten by now. "Not that I recall, no. Any particular reason?" Maybe Naoto was devoted to him or something.

She nodded as Naoto spoke more, but then... as Naoto asked her next question, Shura's expression swiftly turned colder than ice. When she spoke next, her voice was low, but filled with hatred. "A handful of humans survived. My girlfriend is not one of them, and she still has more humanity in her smallest toenail than any of the humans who survived." She paused, swallowing hard. "And they were my best friends."