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Ulrich shook his head. He was not in so much distress, so single-minded in his desire for what felt like justice, that he could not see the reality of this situation. He did not know where Hokushin had come from, nor why or how exactly Hokushin was here, of all places, but he knew that he would be no match for the Taiyou warrior. "I'll wait. You won't be here forever. You can't be. You'll have to go back to Niihama eventually." And besides, it was beyond strange that a Taiyou warrior was here, posing as an inmate no less.

A voice crackled over his radio. "G Unit? You OK out there?"

After a moment, Ulrich responded, "10-106," never taking his eyes off Hokushin.

The old woman raised an eyebrow slightly. Hollowed-out husk was a new one. She watched Ulrich, seeing his knuckles whiten as he gripped his knife, definitely a weapon he was not supposed to have on premises, seeing his barely repressed fury and pain. She heard his forced breathing, the faint hum of the air ventilation system almost enough to disguise it. She wished she could give him the gift of truth. But it would not be possible, not for a long time, perhaps not ever.