Don't get me wrong, Pretty Boy, I wanted to help them. [His earlier guilt welled up, pooling within his belly. The image of Vanille, of Orihime, of all of them getting dragged under by the shadowy creature that lurked within the pit clung to the back of his mind. Here he was, worried about damning others, when he'd very nearly done the same to those he cared about.]

[Those thoughts, in and of themselves, troubled him too.]

But now, after all that. I keep thinking about us. About the people here. Whether I knew them all or not, valuing 27 lives more than millions seems... wrong.