[There was an imperceptible shrug about Ban's shoulders as King cut to the chase.

He didn't think much on it. Ban did his best to avoid thinking when he could. The presence of alcohol in him made his life easier. He didn't have to worry about the shamefulness that came with his own form of impotence with the sensation of inebriation. Drunk as he was, Ban didn't think about his constant failures.]

Doesn't mean much to me. They know I'll do anything to bring her back. If it means...

[Ban didn't bother to elaborate.]

And, it doesn't matter. Those guys already know the future. They've got to.