[Tohsaka allows the food to cool without tearing into it. At least for now. Instead she ventures a sip from that cutesy straw before twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she thinks back on the incident.]

I was fighting this guy who didn't really seem into the fight. I wanted to put him down quick because I was starting to get exhausted from the back-to-back matches. I guess I went a little too hard, and cracked something enough to pierce his organs. He died. Only for a moment, though. He got up pretty quickly, and I tried to fend him off. It wasn't enough, and he must have snapped my neck or crushed my windpipe...

[She huffs a sigh before taking another sip of the drink. Allowing a pause in her recap for any questions if Tomura has them. Her eyes strayed away from his gaze during her explanation, but they come back to his after. Is she searching for something? Forgiveness, maybe? For worrying him. Or maybe for burdening him with spotting her this meal.]