[Houtarou Oreki: Literally three minutes since first encounter with the enemy and he's already well on his way to torpedoing peace talks for a generation.

He sighs deeply.]

It's not mine, and I wasn't going to raise a mob to come after you with pitchforks. I'm sure it was just an accident.

I don't know how you really expect to fix it, though. At best it's spare parts, now.