What, like we're not gonna worry when he just up and vanishes? I don't even like the kid, and even I...

[Ango trails off, rubbing his forehead. That's a lie, ain't it? And not one Misfire's going to buy. Ango has always had a soft spot for troublemaking brats, as an overgrown troublemaking brat himself.]

...I'm gonna drag him out of here by the scruff of his neck if I've got to. No matter how much living in the real world stinks sometimes, at least it's living. This place is gonna kill that kid.