[. . . Akira's next response is quiet, but firm. his words are tight, full of barely concealed indignation, mirroring Makoto's own open frustration. but he tries to restrain himself; to not let that anger show too much. his own rage burns cold and quiet, especially when he is trying to be a steady, soothing force for a newly arrived friend]

And we have no reason to have any faith in our kidnappers at all.

[if anything, he thinks they've been given every reason in the world to believe the house will do anything within its power to keep them here. the resort is clad in a thin veneer of wealth and luxury, but. . . underneath that layer of gold is something sinister]

. . . I'm not going to let this place trap us forever. But there is one thing I want to do before we escape.

[his fingers curl tightly around her shoulders, jaw set]

I want to tear this place down to the ground.

[brick by golden brick]