[ his voice is quiet, and low, but he thinks about their dorm, their important people beyond it. the ones waiting at home. it makes it easier to respond in kind: ]

We're going to find the thing, the person, whatever it is behind this place, and we're going to tear it apart.

[ kon is so, so tired after all of these weeks of restless nights, and of all the loss they've faced, the weight of living with grief. but he is angry, and he's already said it once tonight: he's not dying here, and he's not letting them get away with what they've done. they're all getting out of here. ]