"It'll be stubborn as all hell, I can tell you that."

The two of them seemed to share in common, along with the dismal rage. He hates how familiar it is - a struggling, thrashing, writhing thing that refuses to accept defeat. No matter how much he wants it to shut up, it manages to crawl back to life.

Guts turns around to face her, having gathered his composure. He listens to her suggestion and nods in agreement. It is a comfort, somehow, to imagine that more than one person might be able to help.

"A team ain't a bad idea. If you think Stacia can help with this, I can explain the situation to her. Same goes for anyone else you trust."