Naoto Comes Clean (or is it dirty?)

Naoto glanced down, then back up to me, absently twisting my boxers in her hand. She was clearly very nervous, but I could also see determination creeping back into her eyes.

"I...I'm sorry, John. You're right, I owe it to you to be honest...I suppose I have reason enough to know that keeping secrets tends to turn out badly." If she'd been programmed with any memory of the events of the game, she certainly did! "It's just...these, uh, feelings I have, they're so...strange...it's kind of scary..."

Smiling, I sat down on the bed and patted beside me, gesturing for her to join me.

"I'm all ears, Naoto," I told her. "And I promise, whatever you have to say, I won't think any less of you for it."