Nobuo sighed as the group began to discuss the ethics of what it means to save lives. He sat out, somewhere close to Kavinsky. That's when he noticed someone pass by him. A man in a black suit with a piece of green cloth sticking out of his breast pocket. He was approaching the quartet of debaters.

"Huh? Another new member?" Nobuo stood up, only for the man to give him an icy cold glare. Nobuo stumbled back and fell on his arse as the man walked further.

Takatora Kureshima looked at a crossroads represented by various people: One was what he will eventually become, someone who would consider murder as a means to save people. The other was what he [i]wanted[/i] to be. Someone who wouldn't resort to killing people to save the world. However, in a ruthless world with an evil beyond reason or purpose, the only people who thought of the latter were kids filled with idealism... idealism that he wished he had. However, the middle of the road had a happy medium, not focusing on the people you kill or taking a pacifist route, but instead focusing on saving the people. Though, the problem is how he'd take that route.

He shut out the dumb adult in the red jacket so he could listen to more of this debate, if only to quell his own inner demons and concerns regarding how he should best handle his situation. Right now, the debate was balanced. If he were to add his voice to it, he feared it would make one side biased. He stood out, for now at least.