[He looks down, and he thinks no one protected Chase. She was young, too, and gentle. She didn't get saved. Takeshi... has started to wonder if maybe it's not enough for people to protect him. He recalls the frightening moment at home in which he ended up all alone, surrounded by monsters. There was a very real, still tangible fear in his heart as he'd frantically fought them away.]

Sometimes people can't protect me... I gotta' protect myself sometimes.

And sometimes grown-ups need to be protected, too.