He had seen the power that the Irunmole held in his hands. He had witnessed the sights of its application. Even if he had been able to save him once, Shino knew that it was only but a one time thing. And that was because of the obvious truth.
The weary Irunmole had been overburdened by the sheer amount of impa that had come at him then.
However this time was a different time. And even now different being that the focal point of all that aggressive power was him right now. He shivered, swallowing every spittle he had in his mouth as he struggled to hold the gaze of the Irunmole. He knew he had to say something yet at the same yime he was not sure if what he was going to say next would be the thing that would cost his neck.