[ His eyes flicker away, for a moment, to the guards; their tense shoulders, the hurried steps they were taking. But then, he also knows Takasugi's noticed, too; his grin grows, while he sighs inwardly.

And here he was hoping this would be simpler. ] You're going to have to tell me what happened. [ The eye, he means — ] Some other time.

If "comfortable" means losing my citizenship and becoming a Killjoy, sure. Neutrality's nice. [ "Nice". ] You?