It was strange to think he should be thanking Yohji and Natsuo for anything, but they had been the ones to teach him the most about the roles of Fighter and Sacrifice. Maybe they hadn't been the nicest about it, but he had learned things and that's what mattered in the long run.

So the spells weren't working? That meant they were essentially running around unarmed, and that worried him. "I know, but I'm not going to let you get beat up just to protect me when we can avoid it." He wondered why it was easier to be honest about things like this than about other stuff. Everyone said he'd understand when he got older, but he hated that phrase. "There's a pharmacy behind the door two over from the end and lockers next to it. I got attacked in the locker room before, but the pharmacy had supplies that you might be able to use."

And the locker room might have cigarettes for Soubi to steal, but Ritsuka wasn't sure if he wanted to tell him that. He hated the smell of smoke and being here might be a good way for the man to quit.