I panic for a moment, because I'm really not sure how to react in this sort of situation. He's upset. Someone he loves... Shiba, I'm almost sure of it.

Then I remember that Genta has spent time in France, he's not as straight laced as many Japanese men I've come to know. I throw my arms around his shoulders and pull him into a friendly hug.

"I'm going to save him, Genta. I know he's in there, and he's trying to fight. I'm going to help him, I promise."