Hikaru took a moment to breathe and calmed down as the shock of situation settled into an awkward silence filling the restaurant. Some of the others had already left and Hikaru was about to follow suit. Standing here freaking out about the prospect of being turned off wasn't going to solve anything - even if Hikaru still wanted to know what it meant exactly. It seemed his questions would go unanswered, which didn't come as a surprise. The bear wasn't very helpful at all during times like this. All he wanted was to instill fear and leave everyone to their own devices. Hikaru wouldn't admit it so publicly, but it worked. The fear of dying hadn't felt so real before, even during the last motive. Hikaru was scared out of his wits. Hikaru had to walk away and do something else to distract himself. He turned to take his leave, but as he did so saw Gorou holding tightly to Hidoiko's arm. The architect paused, looking at the pair with a distinct concern in his eyes. Gorou was saying something, but Hikaru couldn't quite make it out. Whatever the waiter was saying it was meant for Hidoiko's ears alone. Hikaru's only concern was whether or not Gorou was hurting the motivator. He recalled what Ume had told him about taking her aside and slapping her across the face. Whether or not the girl deserved it didn't matter. Hikaru knew the waiter had a violent streak in him. He approached the two while tilting his head toward Gorou, "May I ask what's going on here? What are you two talking about?" Hikaru asked in an even tone of voice.
