"Stop it, Masaomi." Mikado grabbed Kida's hand holding the knife with his good arm, started to help with the ropes and tried to do his best to do so without hurting Kida. Once his friend was free of the bindings he tried to help Kida up.

"C-can you walk?" He himself was still far from calm. The progressive instances of the situation had thrown him off his balance entirely. Where, in Erika's dream, he had been calm enough to defend himself, the instance here, when it was his friend he was worried for, his reasoning seemed quite forgotten. He still was calmer, perhaps, then a a normal boy, but he was far from composed about any of it either.