It took Tamaki a moment to muster up the strength to reach out and take the sleeve. He just held it, his mind unable to comprehend what he was supposed to do with it. He'd just killed something. And he was still bleeding. His mind was protesting that any of this was really happening.

His eyes followed Hikaru's finger, blankly. He needed to get himself under control. What would Elena think, if she saw him like this? Or Ed?

"Let's go," he managed to say, his voice sounding hollow and from far away even to his own ears.