[He won't meet Eddie's gaze, eyes returning to the sand. Clenching his hand around the beyblade.

His voice is rough from the tears of last night and toneless, too weary to interject much emotion at all.]

Makes you wonder what the point is, doesn't it? Even if we come up with plans to protect ourselves, she'll just ruin it all anyway.

[He's still furious at Red. But even those flames have died out; there's just not enough fuel to maintain it.]