[There's a... conflicted look on Kanade's face, as she gazes out into the endless hallway beyond. There's a lack of surprise, like she knew there was nothing beyond her room, but a shadow still crosses her eyes, like the sight is making her heart sink.]

... I don't know why it looks like that.

[Well... that's only kind of a lie.]

But... I don't need to worry about that. All that's important to me is here.

[Her music. Her work. Nightcord. What else does she really need?]