"Well, of course I wasn't concerned. No one here probably would've been either, Mister Lancer." This is a lie, but... Mizuki seems to genuinely believe this. "We're all friends here, after all."

Mizuki is going to slip from being awkwardly near-pinned by his weapon by ducking under his arm and spinning around him to hook his own arms around his other.

"That's alright. You're not alone." Mizuki's always got voices in his head, even when the forest isn't fucking with him. "How about we stick together, then? We'll figure out how to quell it together, okay?"