[He's following just fine right up until the last sentence. Immediately, Junpei's hackles are up, his fists clenched on the tabletop, expression resentful and shuttered off.]

You stop right there. I'm no hero, Angel.

[Said like angels, like heroes and unicorns and every story of good winning over evil, is a personal affront to his sensibilities.]

And I've got no intention of ever playing that role again. Right now, our chances of figuring this sick game out are better if we work together, but if it turns out it's every one of us for themselves? I'm not sticking my neck out for any of you.