<div style="text-align: justify">She was not happy about being left with the villain alone. Even though the presence of the policemen helped, Togame still remembered very vividly the way Makino fought when cornered. He did not seem especially cruel, like many villains did, but he was relentless. Togame narrowed her bright eyes, observing him without speaking back to him at first, letting a small smile crawl and dance against her lips. It was as mocking as it was cautious, somehow. She rolled her shoulders and looked towards the door briefly, but no voices came from the outside. Understandingly so. "Question is, rather, does anyone <i>want </i>you out?" she asked.<br/>
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As the policemen changed their positions a little, holding their guns steadily, pointed down but ready to move any second and shoot without hesitation, Togame found herself walking around the cell. She disliked staying in one place for too long. She had to move, just like water. Her arms crossed on her chest, long white hair flowing behind her, the woman looked up, yellow eyes locked onto the ceiling. "Paid cronies? I've heard something similar before. So did the rest of hero society. I wonder..." Togame stopped and tilted her head, ignoring the man's earlier questions. "...what sort of twisted understanding of shame do you fancy? Things aren't exactly looking up for you enough for you to be speaking of shame in front of the heroes that put you down." Her voice changed, becoming a bit colder, as if she was telling off a small child. Togame shook her head. <br/>
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"You have made some strong enemies, Rasputin", she murmured. "Was it worth it?"​</div>