[The eyes of the samurai in red flick towards Terra, the rest of his expression hidden behind the grimacing mask. The itching in his palms flares, and he brushes them against his worn armor.]

I am where I am needed. When I am needed elsewhere, I will be there. There is an order to these things.

[He says the word like it makes him ill. Feeling the Scorpion's bloodlust, Makoto remains very still in the man's mind.]