The nod Fai gave said a lot, and yet nothing at all, and made things all the more difficult. Understanding things on a level beyond simply knowing had never been Kurogane's strongest attribute, but he'd always convinced himself that it didn't matter. Other's problems were not supposed to be his concern; their pasts traumas... he'd never allowed for his thoughts to linger on his own, so why worry over the background of someone else?

But for Fai the past was everything, whatever his consisted of. It was something he still refused to let go of no matter how much he got yelled at for it. That refusal had flustered Kurogane to the point where the shinobi had finally exploded on him, and now it was time to sort out the resulting debris.

Kurogane grabbed a chair and slumped into it with a huff, hand pressing to his forehead. Shouting had given him a headache, or at least that's what he convinced himself was wrong. He wasn't about to admit, even to himself, that the reason he couldn't think straight was the result of what he'd just said, because he couldn't grasp his own words and make sense of them! Why had he even said that?! Why?!

He kept his red glare fixated on Fai for any other reaction. He couldn't stare at the ground all day.