There was some contemplating over whether it would be fitting to end his begging for death with a resound stab to the heart, but after a moment Saitou thought better of it. Seppuku was an honorable death. And a slow one such as this suited Cavil better. Perhaps he had actually learned something from all this-- perhaps. If he simply continued to go after those Saitou considered off-limits and ignore his warnings, there would be consequences worse than this.

For now Saitou was content with flicking his finished cigarette onto Cavil's bloodsoaked chest, letting it burn where it may. A second later and he was glancing over at Kiryu, as if to say he was on his way out. He found no real importance in watching someone so pathetic as Cavil in his last moments. Kiryu, Saitou was sure, felt differently, but as far as Saitou was concerned now, Cavil was not worth his time. He had other cases to take care of.