This guy... It was hard to believe how easily he could say things like that. Kyousuke didn't feel feel like he'd done anything to be thanked for, either, since as far as he was concerned, there hadn't been any other options, and in the end he wasn't able to do much good.

"... Don't get the wrong idea. I was just doing what needed to be done," he muttered, averting his gaze slightly. He tried to sound annoyed, but was betrayed by a faint hint of embarrassment. ... He just wasn't the kind of guy who could be thanked directly.

"Anyway, it's too early for that. ... It's not over yet. Last night didn't work, but there has to be another way."

What that was, he didn't have a clue, but they still needed to try. It risked reopening his wound, cracking another rib, and who knew what else, but Kyousuke didn't care. The prospect of getting wounded didn't mean he could run away from what was happening.