Shinjuro hadn't visited you since your illness had gotten bad. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, to see you in such a dreadful state.

The sickness and bile that emanated from your room haunted his being, his sanity

He could not deny the fact that he had changed tremendously over the past few months.

He drowned himself in alcohol, the reflection of himself in the dark sake only reminded him of the guilt, of not protecting you, even against nature.