It isn't like Naoto did foresee this outcome, but it still stung to have to give up the match. As one sided as it was he was glad to have some reasonably well. Plus he somehow felt he understood Sonya a little better. Just then he heard the commotion from inside and turned in time to see Jak punch Cyril. As nice as it was to see the jerk being put in place, Naoto hated to see everyone so worked up. As he sat up Sonya have Naoto his next assignment. "I've already told you I'm not cut out to be a leader. And don't call them that...I hardly know Jakki, not to mention the others." Family. Did Sonya have to use mafia terms? As if Naoto's position wasn't uncomfortable enough. [i]But she's right. We've only just started and already everyone's falling apart. None of us will get stronger like this. And if that's the case and something comes we went stand a chance. We might all end up dead. They...might die. No, I can't let that happen again![/i] Naoto gripped a handful of dirt as memories flashed through his mind. Standing up he walked towards the house silently.

[i]"I just want to go home and go to bed, but I don't think that Sonya will let us go that easily."[/i] Cyril told Abby. "Then go." Naoto said bluntly as he walked in on the conversation. He looked at Cyril, not with the asked glare he usually did but with a sorrowful expression. "You obviously don't wanna be apart of...whatever we're supposed to be. You're critical of everybody when in reality you probably did worse against Sonya than anybody else. We don't need someone who's only going to slow us down with his ego." Naoto's gaze became firm. "You're angry at something. I don't know what but...we're not the enemy. Personally, I don't really care if you leave. But Sonya says you're a candidate and if you can help them I do want you to stay. Even if I can't stand your attitude." Naoto turned to head back out to the yard. "If you do go, there's one thing I still want to know: why did you show up?"