"He could." Kiryu stared at his hand for a moment, then clenched it into a fist. "I wanted him dead to atone for it. I wanted him to suffer like I did. But...I miss him..."

He shook his head and leaned back against the window-sill, staring up at the gray sky. "I want him around. I'm glad he's here. Sort of. An explanation. I guess that's what I want."