He wants to ask Kaito who made him the king of deciding what was far enough, but, as before, this is one of the few instances ever that Takeuchi Sora has effectively been forced to shut-up. Instead, he settles for glancing over to his hat, shooting Kaito a dirty look of irritation in the process. Next time Kaito decides to mess with his clothes, he decides, the game is off and he's smacking the bastard.

In the meantime, the edges of effort just begin to show, as Sora has to stop his body from trying to take a breath that he knows won't be possible. And in his head, the steady pound of his blood flowing grows louder. The point at which he'd been planning on ending things might have been around here, he vaguely thinks. But pushing boundaries has always been a huge temptation for him.