"It is a line to cross one day." Majima stated with conviction, uncharacteristically somber. "But it's gonna be all on me then."

Not because someone said so. Not because of Sera and his pretty little speeches, the man was using him just like Shimano did before. Because— because Majima himself would deem it the only way. It would be only his burden to bear.

It's just a sparring he reminded himself, they're just fight-pretend— still he couldn't help but switch to something burning more of the restless energy down. Evading and weaving out of the strikes with twirls and quick movement, rather than outright blocking them. And when he failed and the blows connected? A better anchor to not go down the rabbit hole. Eventually he counters with a fast sweep aimed at Kaidan's legs.