[ Ryuji isn't a soldier or a warrior, that much he's made certain since meeting this kid. So upon registering the command, his eyes darken somewhat.

Everything they've been through, Ryuji isn't in the right state of mind. He should be scared and panicked, yet he's curbing what should be raw emotion and suggesting that he join this fight. A fight he was never prepared to join. He wonders if this has anything to do with Akira.

Their enemies are human. They shouldn't even necessarily be the enemy to begin with if they've travelled back in time with the intent of fixing it. This isn't right. This is a war they have no place in; they shouldn't be sided with any one army.

Ryuji may not understand that. He's gotten attached to their comrades and Achilles can sympathize with that. He just can't let him do something like kill a human being if it can be avoided. ]

No. There's no need for you to do anything like that with me around. Your mission is to get these supplies back to base; let me handle the rest, alright?

[ Whether that's drawing all the fire away or fighting the enemy himself, it doesn't matter.

He gets up to his feet, cocking his head to the side as a gesture for Heine. ] Stick close to him. I'll be drawing the fire away from you two.