The petite (to him at least) young lady's surprisingly firm grip was like a vice upon his hand. If he were a lesser man, perhaps it would have even bruised, fractured or something of the sort. It was evident that Kotori was trying really hard, whereas he was here for... what? To watch the battle that gave him nothing but a shameful exhilaration? His friend had brought him to help, but what could he really do? His skills were bent towards taking lives, not saving them. That was the cold truth of the situation. Someone like him would be powerless to save what was lie front of him, no matter how hard he tried. 

Kotori fell to her knees, exhausted mentally and physically.

[i]'...That's right. I'm not here for me,'[/i] Sasaki reminded himself, Kotori's hand still securely held in his own. He gently lowered it to the ground as well as he could and let go. "You did good, Kotori-chan," Sasaki said, taking the energy drink and the first aid box in hand, "Just leave the rest to me, ne?" He nodded to the healer magician as he passed, light jog turning into run towards the injured civilians as directed by the now-actually-active detention room teacher. Even if a person like him couldn't save everyone in front of him, he could still try.

The canned energy drink opened with the characteristic popping sound before Sasaki downed it mid-run. [i]Glug, glug, glug.[/i] He wiped off the droplets leaking from the side of his mouth and came to a sliding halt before one of the more seriously wounded. Now, Sasaki was not typically the sort to consume energy drinks. As a result, this poor wounded fellow had a twitchy giant kneeling over her, apparently administering first aid. It's fortunate that she was unconscious, then. Using what medical knowledge he had available from experience patching himself up, watching other people patch him up, and the manual conveniently placed in the kit, he began his energy drink-fuelled healing crusade armed with a first aid kit, his own rudimentary knowledge, and the hopes and dreams of many.