"Right... No one is hurting anyone..."

He hoped. The blade was gone, Vexen was agreeing a fight would not be a wise course of action.

He wished Lord Gyousou was here, he's on the platform somewhere but the fog and sleet is too thick for him to see him and even if he could... he didn't want to drag his king into this.

He was supposed to be good at this after all. He reached out for Xion's hand as they moved towards the train.