To be honest.
Jonas really hadn't done it on purpose.
Even he, with a mountain of things to deal with, couldn't possibly spare the time to remember someone locked inside a dream. She wasn't exactly insignificant, but she couldn't cause any trouble for now, either. All she could do was coast along in the dream, waiting to die.
If Zero had made her presence felt a little more and exchanged a few more words with him, this might not have happened.
Honestly, with Zero's combat instincts so sharp and her willpower so ridiculously strong, she probably wouldn't turn into someone whose sensitivity could never be reset, someone who could never get out of bed for the rest of her life and would be overwhelmed by even the slightest touch of the floor. Right?
...Actually, there was no telling. He didn't know whether Zero might start gasping when she couldn't take it anymore, causing her sensitivity to spike, then gasp again after that spike and fall straight into a vicious cycle. Never mind whether she could hold out until he arrived. If her sensitivity hadn't multiplied a thousand or ten thousand times and reduced her to a mindless state, that would already count as a good outcome.
A familiar scene, a familiar room, and a familiar person curled up on the large bed. But the entire bed was wet, and all the bedding had been soaked through. Jonas looked on with a peculiar expression.
"Mm... hah... I can't take it anymore..."
Even the normally expressionless Zero, who almost never opened her mouth unless she had to, could only keep talking to distract herself now that things had reached this point, even if every word made her sensitivity rise faster.
Sensitivity that accumulated little by little like this was the most frightening