[...Does he? He isn't altogether sure he necessarily wants to talk about it, because this entire thing isn't something that he broadcasts to anyone, much less people he's known for less than a month. It's his business, and it's his family's business, and it's business that needs to involve exactly no one else.

But now his family's dead, everyone he might actually conceivably talk to about this is dead, and while he's okay with the idea of all of this dying with them there's also the part where this has already fucked his judgement up once and he'd prefer that it not happen again.

So when he speaks it's just...blunt, there's nothing in his tone to imply that it's bothering him, though the look in his eyes has gone incredibly blank and the lack of investment in what's being said isn't really a natural thing.]

...It's just that my family life was a little fucked up, that's all. I was thinking earlier about what Hazama did to the kid, and I was thinking that her childhood is over. Because my daddy taught me that childhood is over the moment you know you're going to die.

He taught me that lesson on my fifth birthday. By that time mine had been over for half a year, I guess.

[...]

My daddy taught me a lot of things. Some lessons didn't set in as well as the others, I guess. Took a lot to get it through my head. So, yeah.

[He shrugs a bit; his voice isn't fluctuating any, even if his eyes are a bit...bright. Strictly an involuntary thing, mind, and not something he seems all that conscious of - he doesn't even seem that outwardly bothered - but still.]

I could deal with Hazama if I had to. He's one of mine, and he fucked up - it happens, I've dealt with this sort of shit before, it's not like I'm going to get my fuckin' problems with it all over him.

But that's not an executive decision I should be making, you know?