Haruto squawks as Nitoh's weight slides back against him, and twists his head to give Nitoh a look he's fairly sure he can't even see from his position. "Nitoh," he says, voice long-suffering, before clearly seeming to give up, and he turns his eyes toward Oriko. "Mana burns energy," he says, as an explanation no one asked for. "Sugar's the fastest way to refill."

His eyes flicker down and back at Nitoh's hope, and Oriko's echo. "Going home to deal with things would be nice," he agrees, shifting his eyes toward his cup, "even if it's just--an option, for people. The faster this war is settled, the better." Really, he doesn't even care who wins, or whether anyone does. It might matter to people who found home a dangerous or unpleasant place to be, and he would defend civilians as best he could, but he didn't owe the Initiative--or its secrecy--any favors.

"You gonna slide off there, or you going to keep crushing me, Nitoh? All this easy living's fattened you up." This is a dirty lie, but he's smirking anyway.