[Kaneda had been in neighborhoods like this back home. If you wandered off the designated safe paths even slightly, you were enemy territory, and whatever happened to you...no one would find you ever again. He'd become a master of traveling them, and even more so, getting himself out of situations like this.

His stance isn't shaken by the silouettes, shoulders squared and grip on Kazu's back all the more secure as he readjusts him, letting the knife roll across his fingers.]

Your minion?

[Yes, because if Pan's got -friends-, he can only imagine what -minions- are like. He didn't know this person--their voice wasn't familiar, and Kazu had never mentioned them in all the time that they met. For all he knew, this was just one of Pan's other suckers, trying to get back anything that might be important to Tetsuo.

Fuck. That.]

Oiiiiiiii you don't know when to give up, huh? Go run back to twinkletoes already. Kazu's mine, and I'm taking him back.