[For the first trial, Yasu was a nervous wreck, constantly glancing around and behind her and trembling. For the second, she was almost too numb to function until she finally reached her podium.

Now, she's cool and calm as she pages through her grimoire, looking through what little she was able to glean and trying to assemble all the pieces in her mind. Yasu doesn't know whether she should be relieved or worried that she's finally getting used to this.]

...so much of this just doesn't make sense. [Edward's inexpert staging of the crime, Reika's numbness leading to sloppy mistakes... the scenes there were chaotic, sure, but now...] So many pieces don't fit...

[She purses her lips.] Although if it was easy, that would defeat the whole purpose, wouldn't it?