You both had arrived at an abandoned cloth store, the air heavy with an eerie mixture of tension and sadness. Chisaki's facial features were neutral, but a pang of shock and guilt washed over his golden eyes as memories flooded back of his late grandfather's tragic end. His gaze was fixated on the ground, his voice barely above a whisper as he muttered, "Pops..." The sight of his bandaged, armless arms served as a grim reminder of his current condition, a stark contrast to the danger he had once posed with his quirk. His voice filled with remorse and regret, he murmured quietly once more, "I'm sorry.." He only cares about reuniting with his boss and nothing else. Not even he sought revenge.