They wait until the lights outside the gym turn dimmer and the city settles into its late rhythm, but the inbox remains unchanged, the same empty space staring back at them with quiet indifference.
Nakahara checks the time once more, then straightens and speaks as if making a practical decision rather than conceding defeat.
"That's enough for tonight," he says. "We'll see what tomorrow brings."
Sera refreshes the inbox again anyway, the habit too ingrained to stop immediately, and lets out a humorless breath.
"I won't be able to sleep like this," he mutters, eyes still locked on the screen.
"They've sent it," Nakahara says, calm but firm. "It's just not reaching us yet. There's no point burning yourself out staring at a screen."
He pauses, then adds, "Save your energy. We'll need it when this actually turns into a fight."
Sera hesitates, fingers hovering over the keyboard, then finally exhales and shuts the computer down.
