[The moment she hears the feathers, Rei shoots out a hand, aiming to grab his arm, to prevent him from taking off, but she stops herself just before her fingers touch his coat sleeve. Because he's furious and unnerved and scared, which isn't what Rei had expected of him.

It's then that it hits her.

He doesn't understand. Of course he wouldn't -- Rei hadn't explained anything. She had gotten angry at his callous comment and taken out her frustration on him, when he was facing down the barrel of a gun.

She drops her hand to her side, but she doesn't back away. Her eyes narrow slightly, but her voice isn't aggressive anymore.]

I follow the futures of everyone I care about in this city. Every. Single. Person. Most of the time, I don't see anything, but sometimes, I do. And I never have a choice of when I see it or what I see -- they just happen.

I watched Sasuke die before it happened. And what Raphael did to you woke me up in the middle of the night.

Not watching isn't an option for me.