Getting over the loss of a loved one was nothing easy– especially not in Mushitaro's case.

Try as he might to proclaim that he despised Yokomizo, it was clear how much his departure had messed with the man.

He sat at his desk, pen mindlessly scribbling words onto a formerly blank page. His free hand grabbing a fistful of his hair, elbow rested on the wood of the desk. His expression was a mix of several different things, however the main one appeared to be uncertainty. Uncertainty over his grief and how he felt over all of this.