1412's eyes darkned, thoughts twisting into one messy incoherent spiral, one thing att he center - Aoko hiding behind him, talking to him, listening to him him him.

He snapped, suddenly vicious and flung a weapon at them, sending it shuddering into the plaster, millimetres away from having touched Aoko.

"Get out." Out, out -- stupid-- thoughts broke and 1412 snarled, another weapon - improvised senbon - between his fingers already. "Bastards."