Takamori grinned. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. "Well said, Scarface-kun! Truly a speech to be written for the poets! As the old wordsmith, Aida Shunsuke, penned, 'We must all serve a master faithfully but in truth, the only master of ourselves is our heart.'" he replied boisterously. In truth, Takamori was still feeling dizzy but he was a soldier now. Showing weakness in front of those he was charged to protect constituted failure.
Swiftly, he picked up the Neko who had spoken and one of her sisters, one under each hand and moved them to the room. "Sorry, ojou-san, you're stuck with us," he said to the one who had spoken, "Now be a good girl and wait right there." Takamori inspected the room quickly.
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Yup, all solid, Arai-hei. Just the vents, which I can maybe booby trap or block it. ... There's an idea. The vent is roughly half a meter by half a meter. See if you can find a piece of rubble, debris to plug it. Maybe cut a piece off the Ripper.
He wasn't sure what else he could in three minutes, if anything. Between the angry Juni and his already independent action, he was sure that he'd get in trouble for this.
But the civilians' safety came first. Not his pyromania. He went back out and moved a wounded, unconscious man into the room. And why should he shoot unarmed Nekos who seemed rather ready to die? Didn't seem like something the Star Army did.
"If we do not follow our heart, whence shall we know ourselves? If we abandon honour, whence shall we sing our deeds? And if we abandon the weak, whence shall we boast in the Hall of Heroes of our worthiness?" Takamori said aloud to no one in particular, quoting a soliloquy from a play, which was based on a mythological hero.