[center][h2][color=ed1c24][i]Kimiko Maita[/i][/color][/h2][hr][@Crimmy][@Savo][@GarlandDaHero][@Suku][/center]
"Tch."

Kimiko was starting to get annoyed with the bickering. This is why she spent most of her time in solitude. The only person who can argue with your thoughts was yourself, and Kimiko rather enjoyed her internal debates sometimes. This wasn't a debate. It was two people claiming they were right and the other was wrong, then throwing insults instead of assistance. 

"Do you want to die?" Kimiko spoke up. "We have no idea what exists here. We have no idea whether our assumptions are still true in this place. Heading left or right does not matter. What matters is that we move, and that we move together. We can formulate a plan while in action just as easy as staying still, and it gets us closer to our exit."

Tugging on her friend's hand, Kimiko stepped forward. "I am heading this way," she said, pointing with her fake sword towards where Isami's plan would normally lie. "If we are lucky, this will be the way to our destination. If we are not, we shall adjust our plans as necessary. You may continue to stand here and bicker if you wish. I shall attend your funeral and bid my good wishes to your families. In the meantime, I wish to choose survival. Come, Ikari-san. I pray we are successful."