True, his battle mode is one thing, this is another he is grief-stricken but more than that within each group of zombies he encounters is the face of someone he cares about, his father, his mentor, his best friend, his fellow guardians. The only thing he has been spared so far to this point, that none of them wore Hayato's face, not that he can forget as it faded away to ashes between his fingers but at least he has not had to run his blade through it again.

When he hears his name he tenses, it's Ritsu, he knows the voice but for a moment he hesitates, heartbeat rising, fingers tightening around the grip of his blade as he studies the other from his bent position.

"Ritsu?" There is no spark to the eyes, there is no ready smile, he remains hard because to open the smallest door now could create a flood. And there is more fighting to come, the time to be broken outwardly can come later.

He does rise, loosening his fingers so his blade is not held at the ready as if he is going to attack anything that moves.

"Are you okay? You haven't let any of them bite you have you?" He is not sure if everyone here would have played zombie games or seen movies as he has and he hopes against everything that none of his friends have had to see what a bite does first-hand today.