Heiji confessed rather quickly, but it was good to see that his skills in deducing what another thought hadn't grown dull since arriving here. The swordsman merely smiled like he always did and nibbled at the bit of melon on his fork. It wasn't like he couldn't deal with independent spirits, and if he didn't take a liking to Homura, Heiji could stick with him. He did have a soft spot for young ones, after all. "It's perfectly alright. I understand being homesick and wanting to have your own agenda."

Kenshin knew that agenda all too well.

"But it's best if we find strength in numbers, don't you think?" Okita reached into his waistband, pulling out his copy of the maps Homura had given him. Holding the slips of paper between his middle and forefinger just out of sight of the nurses. He flashed it long enough that Heiji could see what it was and then quickly tucked the papers away again. "They come with handy benefits, after all. I'll make you a copy of these and have them ready for you to pick up should you come tonight."

After listening to Heiji's explanation, Okita felt the same sense of wonder he had when he first arrived here. The future was an amazing thing, even if it was a little terrifying. The idea of guns being used in regular combat, however, was more than a little disconcerting. Okita had witnessed the power of a revolver when Sakamoto Ryoma had shot his men in the legs as he escaped. To be shot in the shoulder... "Ara...that sounds like it must have been painful. Does getting shot happen often to you?"