Only the normal amount for being kind of scared, eh, eheh... [the laugh is feeble, no real mirth behind it.] Pre-mission queasy, I guess.

[because this is what it is, right? the dawn on the mission.

Manabu pulls the shirt from Grey's hand, holding it in his lap for a bit, feeling a twinge.

everything will change...when they leave this building.

Grey will probably leave for good.

Manabu's smile falters in a twitch.]

...No chance I can...cook us up breakfast this time around, huh...