"Ourselves," Ganta said this as though it were quite obvious what he had been talking about.

His expression was rather soft, the hint of his wavering conviction remaining there. He would fight to hold on to that last bit of who is was, though; even if there was doubt lurking in the back of his mind.

"I know it's hard to even think about doing, but... if we don't hold on to who we are, then that's it. The Tower wins."