And just when he'd adjusted to being upright, Ritsuka suddenly found himself being laid back down on the bed. It was disorienting and he pushed his hands against Soubi's chest, one hand missing and finding itself planted in the older man's face. Ritsuka was about to apologize when he heard Soubi's words and the last vestiges of his drowsiness fled in the face of his anger.

"Don't give me that! We can't just turn our backs on them because we don't know them! No one knew the others up there and they were left to fend for themselves!" Maybe not everyone wanted to be found, but at the very least, Ritsuka could help those who did. He'd be able to do something after ripping into the clubs here and being brought to the stand for not doing anything himself. And maybe there hadn't been any fatalities, but Seimei had disappeared after his name had been announced and he'd been taken for experimentation. He'd been brainwashed and he left, forgetting Ritsuka and his life before this place.

"You can stay," the boy snapped, pushing harder against Soubi's face. "I'm going with or without you."