Her identity was fake and could be exposed at any moment. Staying here any longer was not a wise choice.
But just then, Chairman Durandal personally came to "offer his condolences."
That made things troublesome.
Canaris could only pretend she was still unwell, pretend she still could not speak, and lie there on the hospital bed like a corpse.
At the very least, she had to fool Durandal.
"Looks like you've recovered well."
When he entered the ward, Durandal was alone.
Pretending to be dazed, Canaris merely nodded vaguely at Durandal, then continued acting as though she could not speak.
"In that case, I think we can discuss business now—Canaris."
The instant Durandal finished speaking, Canaris nearly sprang up, grabbed the fruit knife she had prepared, and pointed it at him.
"Is this really necessary? I don't think we're enemies," Durandal said.
"Tch. You've got some nerve showing your face in front of me."
"Why not?" Durandal said. "I don't think we're enemies. I know some of what happened at Mendel—after all, I was there too."
Canaris quickly calmed down. "So what exactly are you trying to say?"
"Nothing much. I obtained the relevant information, and I'm also trying to rescue those captured Coordinators," Durandal said. "There's still a chance for us to cooperate."
"Cooperate?" Suddenly, it was as though lightning flashed through Canaris's mind.
"Wait, the Phantom Pain intelligence... could it be—"
That was it.
The operation at Armory One had gone far too smoothly. ZAFT's soldiers had barely put up any meaningful resistance.
There had been an insider.
And one capable of passing detailed intelligence outside.
Even if it was not Durandal, the other party definitely knew something, perhaps had even tacitly approved it.
"You have deep ties to Kira, don't you?"
"...Shut up!"
This man really did