Kaito didn't need to be told twice. He had been trying to get out of that room all along, after all.

"Our pleasure," he hissed back, tugging one last time on Aoko's arm to pull her toward the door again, "We've done the best we can for him, Aoko, let's go."

She was going to be angry with him for this. He'd probably have to sit through a long tirade on how stubborn he was and how it wouldn't have hurt for her to get close to him. Maybe she would be right, but at this point, he didn't care.

He just wanted out. He was not a killer and he never would be, and he was tired of looking into his own face and seeing nothing but madness.

Surely Aoko would understand... right?