Mikoto who had been looking out the window all this time now turned to look at Totsuka.

"Hey, Totsuka...!!" Izumo anxiously tried to stop him from saying anything else.

Even if the Red King's flames reduced this cable car into ash, Izumo still wouldn't be frightened. The thought of having to compensate with money was more painful.

Totsuka calmly continued, his usually emotive voice suddenly quiet like a gently strumming guitar, "On that day, after I was shot, when I was lying on the rooftop, I was also thinking this."