"Hmm, I guess so," Leon nodded in response to GM's latest suggestion, sitting down on the bed behind GM, his legs folded under him. "I mean, wolves do hunt in packs in nature. A single wolf may be taken down by a trained man, but nobody would stand a chance if you throw a whole pack at them, even if the wolves in question aren't in perfect health anymore." Leon knew better than to fool himself on that point; if Rin had been in any decent shape, or if there was more than one of them, he simply wouldn't be standing here at this moment.
 "As for your suggestion about wings, I don't know. I mean, sure, it might look cool, but won't they get in the way more often than not? Never mind that it would make for an obvious target when the wolf in question is flying. Alternative idea: judging by what you have shown before, isn't there a way you can make them fly without the need of wings? If nothing else, it surprises anyone who thinks they can get away from them by simply climbing. And we both know how much surprise can hinder logical though, right?"
It was strange; where Leon couldn't stand the idea of someone dying just so that he could survive before, he was having very little trouble with the same thing now.
Maybe it had something to do with the other persons being faceless numbers instead of someone he'd actually met in person? Or maybe he'd just gone past that last tipping point now... A rueful smle forced its way onto Leon's face -- which, considering the timing, could easily be interpreted as having something to do with his earlier comment about surprise hindering logical thought instead.