[Hijikata doesn't look all that fresh either, fringe plastered against his forehead and shirt sticking to his body (he long took the upper layers off). While he still ponders some fast thinkers (and/or people who simply looked around the room rather than puzzling over the riddle) start shouting about seeing items behind the magma molasses rolling down the walls.]
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How about we sit this one out, say? I mean, me, personally, I'm more of an escort on this mission, really.
[He is not sticking his hands into magma!! He doesn't care if everyone else is doing it!]
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How about we sit this one out, say? I mean, me, personally, I'm more of an escort on this mission, really.
[He is not sticking his hands into magma!! He doesn't care if everyone else is doing it!]