Kain's hands dropped to his sides, then slid into his pockets. He didn't move or say anything more as Aidou inspected him, fighting the urge to fidget, to step forward and check him over for injuries. Aidou was suspicious, and Kain understood why, but it still hurt, and his hands balled, nails digging into skin, at the thought that Hanabusa might not believe he was who he said he was.

The uncertainty didn't last; anger rose from somewhere deep inside him, not at the figure watching him with a look that had never, ever been aimed at him before, but at the people in charge. What had this place done to Aidou?

"I don't know how to prove to you that it's me," he finally said. "I heard during lunch that there are things that can look like people you know, but -- " But what? How was one supposed to prove their own identity? Frustration made his mouth twist up into a tiny grimace.