[ Rocking back onto his heels enough to pull his legs out from under himself, Heisuke stretches them out in front of him, leaning into that arm and sighing, the breath punctuated by the click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. ]

Saaano-san, are you sure you should be calling me that? I'm not the one who almost got his broken, y'know?

[ Everything Sano says is true and he knows it, but at the same time, he can't help feeling like he's still on the outside looking in. It's not the best feeling, and not one he really had at home before leaving with Itou, but ever since arriving here-- no, ever since Zelien, he's felt like there's something off, something they're not saying. ]

It could be worse, though. I mean, I could do what Sannan-san did and talk about the ochimizu. [ He tilts his head back to look up at him, a smile on his face. To him, talking about dying is the lesser of two evils, because while dying isn't something he wants to do... again... becoming a rasetsu is even more of a big check in the No box. ] I'm starting to get good at it, though! The d-word, I mean... not that it's something to be all that proud of, 'cause I'd really rather not be just useless baggage to everybody, y'know?

[ His own attempt at trying to reinsert some sort of playful tone is a half-hearted laugh, the smile still in place. Or out of place as the case may be. ]