[Ah, shit. The fight goes out of Leon, his shoulders sagging. Part of him had wanted one; he's pissed off and has no one to take it out on. His bloody hands are evidence enough of how he'd tried and failed. Maybe, just maybe, he'd have felt better if he'd gotten into a real fight . . .

No, probably not.

He doesn't feel any lighter, exactly, but there's something better here, if kind of morbid. Misery loves company. Hearing his own frustrations voiced by someone else is a comfort. It at least redirects his anger from the situation, or himself, or Kuzuryuu, onto CERES, where it feels like it belongs.

He keeps walking, faster, but there's a purpose in it this time rather than just aimless skittering through the halls.]

Is that what this's about? 'Cuz they brought in Togami, and whoever else, this kinda thing happens every time? When's it stop, huh? When do we get a fuckin' break? I don't get it! They went to all this trouble to bring us here and it's just this crap again and again! You don't even get a moment to feel like you've got a life anymore!

[He's not even sure he still does, and this doesn't help.

Leon makes a face as sour as his mood.]