[There's a quiet noise at that as Peko's eyes go wide, one hand rising to cover her mouth. She's obviously cycling through several different options, each of them only upsetting her more as tears fill her eyes. Her other hand clutches her opposite side, as if holding herself together.]

That is...

[She turns away, knuckles going wide as she grips into her own skin to try to stay composed.]

His...

[There are so many things about him that people she know. But if there were only one thing, it's not what Peko would remember about him. It's what she thinks he would want.]

He... is a capable leader. There is no one... who deserves to be called the Super High School Level Yakuza... more than he...