"At what cost? All of those people, Robin..." His expression was pained, and yet, it was only a fraction of the agony he felt at hearing those words come from the woman he'd loved for so long. His gaze fell, then moved to Ichigo. The line on his brow almost seemed pleading before he closed his eyes.

"...Ichigo is right. This is murder...genocide. It won't save anybody, you know this.."

There was no talking it through, was there? He was still for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. Then in a quick, fluid motion he drew Falchion and turned toward the console. He refused to harm a single living person in this room, but he could drive the blade into the machine that could prove to be the means of causing so much death. He wouldn't let it happen, and he certainly wouldn't let Robin soil her hands with that much blood.