Bruce remained still while the recording played. At several points, the images on screen provoked others he'd seen to flash across his mind's eye, only to return when the audio came back on and Ada's voice broke out again, sickeningly sweet until it crescendoed into a high-pitched squeal of perverse delight. He had a vague awareness that the others were in the midst of their own outbursts. The howling indoor wind Jeff caused blew out his ponytail, leaving his hair in a mess, yet he didn't move. Jenso's heat registered against the entirety of his skin, and still he couldn't react. He didn't trust himself to move or speak. 
[color=f26522]"I'm going to the tower NOW, and none of you will be joining me."[/color]
The first words that Bruce recalled hearing was Jenso's ludicrous declaration that, even understanding the anger behind it, Bruce could barely restrain his own voice from violently shutting him down. He trusted that one of the others would be able to take on the role of moderation and reasoning, yet Jenso continued almost unabated in his fury until Oz spoke. Even though some of the rage leaked from his voice, the overflowing emotion that had been triggered in him, not to mention the others, would insure that getting anything done would be next to impossible.
[color=0072bc]"Jenso,"[/color] Bruce said, without turning to look his friend in the eye. [color=0072bc]"Shut the hell up."[/color]
Bruce paused a moment, stringing together what he knew to be the truth from the memories, thoughts, and his own murderous desires the footage had dredged up.
[color=0072bc]"I can only speak for myself, but I made you a promise that I would fight the Order next to you,"[/color] Bruce said. [color=0072bc]"That promise cannot be altered by declarations you make in the heat of unadulterated rage, or by anyone except myself at the cost of my conscience. If you insist on charging out there against them now, never mind whether or not you'll be giving them the advantage- you will be putting, at least, one more life than just yours up to be forfeit."[/color]
Bruce turned finally to stare Jenso in the face.
[color=0072bc]"Mine."[/color]
Bruce held his gaze on Jenso for several moments. He kept his ki in check, but permitted himself the outlet of gripping his empty sheath until his knuckles turned white and his fingers threatened to break it. 
[color=0072bc]"Don't believe for a second that you are the only one with the right to be furious."[/color]