Oh, yes, the dagger. Eito goes to recover it where it landed, knocked to the ground by the maze wall. He picks it up, contemplating the blade for a moment. Hi expression dips into something distant and thoughtful.

There's a half second of hesitation, where his resolve of being around other people hasn't quite been reforged. But Eito still offers the dagger, even if he holds it quite a ways away from himself.

"Have you every considered changing weapons? Perhaps something that does not fly off with such volatility!"