[With little regard for his own safety, he trots over to wrap an arm around his friend, pulling him close enough so that their cheeks are touching. His face may be dirty, but that doesn't stop him.]

You've got no reason ta worry!

[He wiggles the other arm around his friend too, albeit awkwardly, as he's trying to avoid being stabbed too.]

I'm a big, biiiiig cheat.

I'll cheat anything! Even death. We've met head-on a couple o' times before.

He's a sore loser, that old bastard. But I'll do all I can-

[Sakamoto's voice softens here, because he knows he's been careless, although he doesn't admit it outright.]

To make sure that he doesn't come out on top.