[He looks back at Inaba, an unreadable look on his face. In his mind's eye he recalls all those people who broke under the pressure. She's probably just an ordinary girl with the typical problems associated with it. The kind of person he used to think beneath notice. Looking back at the blonde he sighs.] What's done is done, isn't it? Dwelling on the past is useless and a waste of time. You can't change it.

[He almost says you can't get back what you've lost but apparently they could. It bothers him.] What's the catch? I doubt this is all too neat and tidy of a way to escape the consquences of killing each other. What do you get out of saving a bunch of strangers? Or does Inaba even know.