If my voice sounds shrill to thy ears, my lady, it is but a feature of my lamentable species, and not a lack of moderation.

( Of tone. He does believe himself; he didn't think he was yelling at all, if he had been, ah, enunciating rather precisely. Nonetheless, his volume drops as he goes still, watching Kyouko and the door. Once it opens, he is a blur of movement, bursting out and clinging to the outside and pulling himself up on top.

No reason to give up the high ground before he must. )

Where do these fiends hold all of us who might call yonder island home, however short the time spent there?