[Raidou looks away again, almost grimacing as he considers this and bites back an initial reaction. It's obvious he doesn't want to talk about this now, or probably at all.]

It's not that-- I didn't understand the need, or--

[His hands tense into fists at his side. He can't sleep a full night. So many Outsiders are suffering around him. One of his friends is dead. Yuji is falling apart in front of his eyes. Kaiju will only keep coming.

He can't voice any of this. The last time he dared to vent about the pressure he felt, the helplessness that consumed him, he was called selfish. Something that stung worse than any battle scar.]

I learned that with the lives we live here, breaks are not an option.