[He follows, quite obediently and quietly also, sitting once they reach the bench. When he sits back, his feet just barely reach the ground, only the toes of his shoes scuffing against the gravel beneath. He's frowning, but with the sun hitting the bench and warming him he's calmer than when they were walking, so none of that troubled look he had earlier is visible at the moment.

He sits, and he looks up at her, opening and closing his mouth quietly a few times as he searches for how to start, then he decides to just be honest. That was what he needed to be.]

It's... over, now. But Jaime-san said that I should talk to someone if I needed to, [he starts.] I've talked to people but it's been a little bit, and I still found myself thinking about it and I just--

[Breathe. Breathe, he tells himself. He inhales quickly, pauses, then exhales before he continues.]

Back home, before I arrived here, I-- I tried to kill someone.