009 -- Video;

[spiritgun_punk]

[Yusuke's lain the communicator on his bathroom sink, and he's carefully applying a bandage to the nasty-looking cut on his jaw. He's scowling, first at the mirror, then at the communicator.]

They fucking firebombed a whole city. A whole fucking city. How didn't we...

[He trails off with a muttered curse in Japanese. There's a pause while he jabs at a bruise on his left cheek, then he sighs.]

Whatever. This is fucked up.