Well, that was at least comforting. It would be a shame if the existence of Ookimichan were to be felled by the pride of a Dragon, who simply chose not to go the route of continued survival. He could rest easy on that note, and rest, he would. Kou's body sank deeper into the bathwater as he exhaled a sigh, though he didn't realize the intensity of his own concern.

Suddenly, the Dragonoid's hand was upon his face, in what could be considered a rather doting manner. It was strange, and yet somehow comforting when paired with her admittance of survival by sacrifice of pride. His eyes widened, then closed. "Sou ka. If that's the choice, then they may as well die. Sometimes... killing can be necessary," he said as his eyes opened again, though only slightly when they did. Kou himself bore the eyes of a killer in some respect, and it went far beyond his existence in this world. Had he taken life in his previous existence? Not directly, no. He did, however, take the blame for doing so... but such was a matter he'd not discussed. "Atlantis is safe. What now?"