Deterring Nitoh is clearly going to take more energy than Haruto can expend on anything that isn't desperately shoring up his mental walls. "Fine," he says, and turns, putting his hands in his pockets.

He wonders, idly, if he should be heading for or away from the city limits. Would the sight of that much open sky entice Dragon to break free and fly in it? He suspects as much.

He walks with purpose, because he needs out of this building, and doesn't slow down until they're on the sidewalk again. The eternally-overcast sky seems darker and more ominous now, like it's going to pour any minute now, but he thinks it might just be his imagination. "I told them I'd be their hope," he says, when they're outside, like he's commenting on the weather or saying that his feet hurt.

It means about as much, probably, coming from him. A platitude with no substance. He begins to walk.