The heat of the flames blistered Kituo's skin, causing him to cringe. His gut churned as his apprehension soared to higher elevations. It was happening [i]again[/i]. A fire engulfed their surroundings, devouring all that dared to stand in its path. Kituo figured that the lantern would not be able to help him out of this predicament. Where was another stream of healing water when he needed it? At the rate which the flames spread, they'd need gallons to save themselves from being cooked alive. Well, on the literally bright side, at least the fire granted them a broader view of the forest. Unfortunately, how far they could see wouldn't matter when they were reduced to ash.

While he wasn't exactly the biggest fan of the old man, Kituo didn't think to kill him. He winced as the girl confiscated his sword and took a step back. Besides the intense heat, there was a different feeling looming in the air - the feeling of tension. He looked at the girl and felt a fear greater than what he felt of the old man, the monkey-bats, and the darned rat that chewed off his ear. He looked to Simon, hoping that his familiar face would soothe his nerves. It didn't. To Kituo something seemed off about Simon as well. Distrust swelled within the boy forcing him to hug the lantern. As the girl and Simon squabbled about the rabbit guy, Kituo analyzed them both and came to the conclusion that they were only going to get him killed. With the forest blazing around him, Kituo knew that it was either now or never if he was going to make his escape. 

He wouldn't get the chance for he waited too late. He cursed his concious. If it weren't for it convincing him to stop earlier, he wouldn't be stuck with these lunatics or the pests that swarmed over the old man's carcass. The forest was taunting him once more as the rats - the brethern of the vermin that bit his ear - lasped up the blood of the dead old man. Although they were mostly ignoring him, Kituo imagined that it was his blood being licked up by the rats. Unable to further torture himself with their presence, he turned his back on the old man's carcass and groaned. The forest loved throwing bundles onto his plate at once and it would continue to pile on without consideration for Kituo's capacity to digest its horrors. He wished it were possible for him to regurgitate the barbaric memories that had been etched into his mind by the forest. It was official, he despised the place.

When the rabbit boy aimed his words to Kiuto, he didn't even bother to glance back. They all bothered him. As far as he was concerned, he was the last sane person remaining. That was certainly problematic as he was prone to snapping at any moment. Kituo sawed his teeth together upon hearing the rabbit boy's proposition about freeing the egg from the lantern. While Kituo believed that the lantern's contents both had special properties, he was reluctant to release it without knowing its capabilities for sure. If the rabbit boy was right about the motives for the Sparrow King's attack, then Kituo would vehemently deny freeing the egg to satisfy them. There was no excuse to resort to such an extreme just to see the sunlight. Growing up in the desert, Kituo didn't think the sunlight to be special anyway. Having been acquainted with it for the entirety of his life, he was liable to tell the rabbit boy that he wasn't missing out on a lot.

"Let's just getting going before those things attack again," Kituo grumbled, his back still facing the group. 

The rabbit boy's stare singed Kituo worse than the fire. He didn't trust him a smidgen and from what he noticed neither did Simon. That made him feel slightly at ease. Of course he would never find solace as long as he was trapped in the dungeon that was the forest. For now he intended on tagging alone with the group. Escaping was still his preferred plan but it had lost its value. With the rabbit boy's focus locked on him, Kituo was stranded. Thankfully he still held onto his biggest asset and was perfectly fine with using it to bargain if needed.