I assume my arm won't be in very good shape either. Do what you have to. I know keeping up appearances will be important, especially with what happened to everyone else. ... I'm willing to sacrifice the time necessary to convince anyone I need to.

[There was another creak from Takatora's shoulder as he moved his arm, which caused him to stop and think better of it. What he didn't need was to ruin the entire limb outright simply by moving around too much. At the very least, hearing Ryouma's voice was... comforting, even without emotions. Ryouma was brilliant and always knew what to do. It was why Takatora had trusted him to act as his tuner for so long.

For the duration of the car ride, Takatora sat as still as possible, though he had made sure to fasten his seatbelt again, just in case. The accident as a whole still seemed horribly suspicious.]

... thank you, Ryouma.