Biting the inside of his lip, Aya glanced at Ken from the corner of his eye. Telling him about Kikyo was not on his list of favorite things to do but how could he not when they were locked into this madhouse.

"The man with long black hair, sitting with a blond kid," he started silently. "Be careful about him." It was as vague as he could manage. Maybe Ken would bite it just like that. He didn't know how to explain it all. "Or maybe you remember him?" It was a long shot, but maybe Ken would remember the mission. A lot of time had passed, Aya couldn't remember anymore all the faces he had killed, and yet this one lingered in his memories.