[ It's a little too late to pretend that Momo didn't see anything (he did, some residual one-two punch to the gut and to the heart), but Chuuta doesn't dwell on it enough to send a silent SOS, so—

—neither does Momo (for now), even if he stays crouched close to those guilty flowers. ]

You can say that again. Isn't this like something out of a horror movie? I mean, don't you always want to assume the best about nature!?

[ An exaggerated shake of his head. ]

I'm getting a little scared, so keep me company, okay?