"You are always fighting me," Sasha whispered intensely. For once she wasn't and that was nice, but it hurt every time she just flippantly disregarded what they did have.
"Stop fighting about the fucking doll! It is so fucking stupid," he kicked through the door up to Ichirou's office, making a terrible racket, and continued his long trek up the stairs. He managed to drag them into a stunned Ichirou's office and plunked Hope into the nearest chair before finally righting Faith.
"Please do not go after her," he said, he still had a firm grip on her shoulders. "I will bring you home after this, I promise."