[ Is that the sort of life Mondo came from? From what very very little she's heard from Akira, it's the sort of place that would make anybody break— if not from killing their friends, then from trying not to be killed themselves, from being drugged into compliance, from searching as hard as you can and there being no way out, from the powerlessness and futility of struggling against a "gamemaster" you're at the complete mercy of. Already, Kido knows she wouldn't last in a place like that; she wouldn't be able to kill, and her will to live isn't as strong as she makes it out to be. Especially if she had to do it all alone, there's no way she would have made it out, like Akira had made it out and Mondo had made it out. It takes a certain strength she doesn't have.

With those thoughts in the back of her mind, she looks up from where she'd been staring at the ground the entire time Mondo was talking, fixing him with a steely gaze. ]

A place like that isn't a "life." If anything, making it to Wonderland would be the first life. Even over here, don't think of it as a second chance. You only have one life, Mondo— you're still you, and you carry the weight of the past on your shoulders, but you're stronger for it and if there are days where it gets too heavy, I'll help out. So none of this second or third chance thing, okay? There's no need to start over.

[ Some people fuck up again and again and again, trying to do things over every time, but that's not how it works. There's no chances in life. You just keep going with what you've got. ]