[He pulls his hand away at that question, lowering his palm to the table. This time, its his turn to avoid her gaze, letting out a quiet exhale. To his credit, he doesn't answer immediately; it's Chiaki asking, so he'll give the question serious consideration. Most of him, a large part of him, still balks at the idea of killing someone. He knows what this place is capable of, what the Fog God has turned them into, and it's almost painfully naive to think that he'll be able to find a solution before any of his classmates need to kill anyone to survive.

The future that everyone's created for us should hold more possibilities than that, right...?

The hands on the table clench into fists, and he shakes his head.]

No. After everything we've been through, I think... I think we can work together to find an alternative. There's enough killing going on around here, I don't want any of us to have to be a part of it.