[ capable of taking one to the chin, he lets the situation roll on without comment, gentled into polite obedience by any number of factors, though his penchant for mischief and the champagne are liable to percolate in due time. straight to business... why, who's dying now? ]

[ and who even still thinks about trying to get out of this place or figure it out after as long as Nanami has been here now? gotta respect the diligence, even if there's nothing but futility in questioning the Six Eyes. if something were breakable, wouldn't the crack have been found by now? ]

I was here, I turned into stone, and now I'm here again. [ a hapless shrug, noncommittal. ] Blink and you miss it.

[ a better fate than a bullet in the brain. around the nonstop party-induced weariness, there's that thing that's been there for too long now: the same tired pity that watches young girls die, underclassmen lose eyes, one boy stand above it all. heavy is the crown. ]

Is the thing that did that to you dead? [ even in training, Getou's never pulled punches; he doesn't start now. tit for tat, his furthered cooperation hinging on the reception. ]