And then Matsumoto showed up.

As if divining his intent, she pushed aside his knife and whispered in his ear, then ... made her way over to Gin and leaned against him? He knew they'd been close - friends since before becoming Shinigami - but ... after the betrayal, hadn't she been badly hurt? Hadn't she been right there? And yet here she was, leaning against the man he was so desperate to exact vengeance on, acting as if nothing was wrong. Acting as if something was right.

She didn't look well, either. Her eyes were red. Kira's glance moved between her and Gin slowly, evaluating the situation. Gin seemed less casual now, almost getting onto the wary grounds. As well he should - two of them against him ...

"We lost one last night."

So there were other Shinigami. And someone was dead. Kira kept still, slightly less edgy with the presence of someone he thought he could trust around. But with the way she was acting, doubts - and guilt, yes, guilt because of the doubts - slithered unbidden into his mind.

"I find that hard to believe. After what you did, they should want you dead on sight."