[He cringes at Jaime's initial reaction, grimacing at the question that follows it. That's the normal, expected reaction, isn't it? Most people didn't take it seriously either. He was nine when it happened, and he thinks he certainly hid it well but nobody ever asked. Nobody, not the nurse at school on the multiple occasions he went to her office to curl up on the bed for hours, the teachers who saw him refusing to mingle in class, the chairman who knew about his past -- children didn't have thoughts like that, as far as the adults were concerned, right?

But that didn't matter. He didn't mind that. It had been easier to be left alone. It wasn't Jaime's fault that he didn't see it coming. It wasn't anybody's; this was a choice he made himself.

He wraps his arms around his legs, pulling them closer to his chest and making himself smaller.]

On... on Monday. I always had a knife. I mean, it was just a box cutter. You can get those anywhere. I left Koromaru here...[He trails off, falls quiet, then shakes his head.] Minato-san and Sanada-san found me.