Masato bit his tongue and dug his nails into his palms, not at all noticing that his tightly clenched fists were now dripping blood.  As Koga-san told her story, he found himself in an odd emotional state as his lust was slowly beaten down, only to be replaced by rage.  How pathetic he must have looked to the other two -- not just a freak, but an emotionally unstable one to boot.  He grabbed the door frame and dragged his nails down, though he did not notice the unusually deep grooves he'd left behind.<br/><br/>He thought about his promise to himself -- that he would not let his emotions out of control again.  He remembered why.<br/><br/>Moments later, Masato turned back around with a bit more composure, though the intense amount of concentration that he put into it meant that he did not notice Matt's own struggle at all.  He tried to look at Koga-san not with lust, but with understanding -- she'd been victimized and she needed help.  He would find whoever did this and rip him apart, but they would take one step at a time.  Matt would have a plan -- Masato just had to back him up.<br/><br/>"We'll find the others and make sure that this Goroi pays dearly for what he's done," he grumbled to Hikari in as reassuring a tone as he could manage.  "I can promise that."