[Mitsuru can... probably feel the split-second where he wavers, because he's none too steady this week after everything, and there's a yawning abyss there just waiting. But they're both here, and he course corrects, pulling himself back into sync with her.

Rejecting this. His voice is even when he answers.]

... Yes. Red -- did say that they don't consider our lives to have value.

[And it's been pretty obvious in the actions of the organization so far, all of them.

There's a quiet kindling of some emotion, too, unidentifiable for now but gaining fast. It resolves itself into -- the beginnings of real anger, the deep and implacable kind that this place had all but crushed out of him at some point. How dare they say Soma, and Lillith and Kon and Talcott and Clarke and Lance and the others, how dare they say there was no value to their lives.]

I'm tired of being told what we are.