I don't want people to see the things I've seen. [it's said softly and her stare is far away, mind turning over to the various suicides and murders she's bared witness to. Thanks to Kashuu's memory, it keeps circling over Fuyuhi's forced suicide and she shivers.] It's bad enough that I had to see them.

[But she listens carefully, surprised despite herself. Okita Souji? She's met one of those (one of just how many in this city...) and she can't imagine the man in front of her having anything to do with the Okia Souji she met.

Broke, he said and she can't imagine how that can be. Well ,she can--she saw it, the broken sword, with her own two eyes. But he was here in front of her, right? Yuri reaches out with her free hand to touch at Kashuu's neck where she saw his hands before, just brushing with her finger tips. In her mind's eye, she can still see the blood and she swallows hard.] I'm... sorry. I know that's stupid to say, but I...

[You're a nice person, Yuri and she shakes her head. She doesn't think it's niceness. Wouldn't anyone worry?] What happened? After, I mean.