Blue eyes the color of the sky and green eyes the color of the sea, what a pair they would make. Kaito desperately wanted to believe what Sora was saying, but while he might be hopeful, he wasn't naive. His blind trust in Sora had let him down once. Kaito wasn't about to do it again without some precautions this time.
If Sora were indeed as handicapped as he claimed to be, this would have been low, even for Shinjuku's Crocodile. But one had got to do what one had got to do, if only to protect those important.
Never again would he want to have a repeated experience of losing those close to him.
Never again was he going to have to cut Akira down from the ropes that were already eating into his wrists.
If Kaito knew what Sora was thinking, he would be appalled to know how well the other man knew him. But he did not. So without another moment's hesitation, he tightened his grip on the handles and overturned the chair.