"Yeah, that's what Tooru said." Sure, he said a lot of things, some of them just plain shithive maggots, but it's hard to deny now that the adrenaline has... sort of eased up. Artolo still thinks it's a temptation to go running out the nearest window, but that's just him.

"I guess if it ever got that bad... Shit, I cannot even believe I'm repeating this, but maybe, like... Staying in Pride wouldn't be viable or something, you know?" Every single word is practically dragged out of him reluctantly. Considering his own condition, he doesn't want to consider it either. Things could very easily get worse, after all.