Something sharp flashed in dark eyes and Yamato bit the inside of his cheek as he stood, remarkably steady for all that his legs were beginning to cramp.

"Well then, I'll absolve you of that guilt. I would have worked myself to that, with or with out your prompting. Like I said before, this isn't about you; my anger isn't directed outwards, none of this is."

He left that hanging between them, retrieving his discarded flak and returning, purposely out of strike range and regarded the middle distance.

"What now then, does this go official?"