[ It's too loud. There was yelling and excuses, and Akutagawa was tired of it. If she didn't trust them, they just had to show her they wouldn't hesitate, right? He looks back at the two squabbling back there, then back at the fakes that were staring back at him.

He doesn't hesitate. ]

Rashomon: Higanzakura.

[ With one last, sad look to his sister's fake, tendrils shot down into the ground, then up, winding around the three fakes that he could attribute to himself. and then spikes shot out of the mass. ]

We're getting out of here. You don't need to trust me if you don't want to, I will still protect you.