Mikey and Kazutora were sitting on the living room couch of Hina and Takemichi's, Mikey drinking tea with plenty of sugar cubes and Kazutora sipping piping hot, bitter coffee. Takemichi and Hina were both asleep, definitely, but Kazutora and Mikey both didn't sleep well. How could they? They had both seen and done unforgivable things...they weren't excused from that just because they were maybe a "little better" now. That was untrue...Kazutora kept up a mask, and Mikey was "the Invincible Mikey". Everyone's idol and lifesaver. But Mikey was fully ready to pour salt on Kazutora's unhealed wounds, the ones the taller man had harbored for his whole life.

"Hey," Mikey began in a cool, purpousely detatched tone. It wasn't heavy, it wasn't light, it wasn't...anything, really. They were just words. "Do you ever feel bad for ruining lives?" Ah. There it was...of course Mikey intended to say that just to pain Kazutora.