He felt a little relieved at Sasuke's explanation. It sounded like he probably wasn't one of the ones trying to hurt the nurses either. He sighed, and fell over sideways, letting the bed cushion him. He still looked in Sasuke's direction, but laying down felt so much nicer. And... it wasn't too rude, was it?

"People were hurting the nurses... I just tried to stop them, that's all. I don't think... that they're the ones we should be trying to fight." It felt hypocritical to say so, after hurting... no, killing a good friend just last night, but he still felt the same. He didn't want people to get hurt if it could be helped. It wasn't... right. He wouldn't forgive himself for what happened to Komui... or Mana for that matter, but he wouldn't stop fighting for what he thought was right either.

He was quiet for a while after that. Internally, he struggled with whether or not he ought to say anything at all, but in the end he knew Sasuke had a right to know. If the same tragedy occurred, he'd feel at least partly responsible for not warning the other boy. "Um..." he started weakly, staring down at the floor. "Last night... I found some information... a... about the visitors." He bit his lip to regain his composure, "I don't know if... you'll want to hear it though."