Neither had Aya seen this kind of self loathing from Yohji, not even when the man had been high on some random drug and practically bathing in blood of some minor criminals. It pissed him off, thinking how much he worried and watched after the idiot who just wanted to sink deeper into his personal hell. It seemed no different from before and Aya was getting so tired with it.

"Fine, Yohji, just wallow in your self-pity and regret. I suppose that is the only selfish way out of this, right?"

He watched Yohji's back for a moment, biting on his lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang on his palate nauseating and yet grounding. He had tried every spell in the book, obviously nothing was working. The truth would come out would he like it or not. Omi would just have to have his head for it, or Ken, or whomever. Maybe the person Yohji had been waiting for. But this was Aya, and Yohji, would he have ever bothered to find out, would have known Aya couldn't just watch from the sidelines, he'd rather not watch at all if he couldn't help it.

"We'll talk about this again when you have grown out a spine," he said sharply, then turned away and started walking.