[Kamikaze Chinchilla]

"Thank..you," Arata spoke softly. He took the cinnamon stick but did not make any attempt to move it towards his mouth. He knew better than to put full trust into the other elders. After all, it was because of them that they had been suffering through such gruesome experiments that they did not want to suffer through.

"At least I did not draw my blade on these two..nonetheless, they still needed some discipline to show them that what they did was not acceptable," he expressed himself with a little bit of anger, though inwardly he was terrified, knowing that their cover had been peeled back partially. Any more beyond that and they probably would have been in even more trouble. And worse, all three might be pulled into the temple of hell ((x'D)). Nobuo stopped in his tracks, his eyes moved down before his head followed, looking at the thing that was preventing him from moving forward, and then his eyes went back up to stare at the eyes of the one whom the hand belonged to, "You have something else you want to say?"