Yeah. It's a little extreme if you ask me. They REALLY don't want us getting out of here or damaging this place at all.

[ His gaze falls to his burned knuckles with annoyance clear, the pain not really enough to bother him; not when it's tied to a much bigger picture in his mind. ]

Doesn't look like it, no. Though that's not what bugs me. [ It takes a moment or two but he looks up to Futaba, head canting to the side amidst a rather serious look on his face as he regards her. ] I think they've all messed with us somehow. Something feels wrong and I can't utilize the strength I want to, and what I know I have.