Klavier was safer than he realized; Homura had little interest in fighting with a patient who couldn't (or wouldn't) even hold a gun properly in the face of a threat. Besides, there were other groups gathering that had to be halted that night. It was Homura's fault for calling them together, and now the task fell on him to take them apart.

He only let out a quiet laugh in reply to the man's harsh words, and resumed his walk down the hall. He walked without fear in his stride, without the typical caution most took in these darkened hallways. For Homura on this night, there was a mission, and anything that hindered his goals amounted to little more than an annoyance to be removed.

[And going to here]