"You know, someone might scold you if they catch you doing that." Homura took the second potato, grinning as he held it up. "If they think you're not eating like you should." And Homura too wouldn't be pleased; though he was careful not to let it show, he was one of the few who knew of the disease Okita now carried. Starving himself would only contribute to the man's suffering, and that wasn't something Homura would so easily allow.

So far Okita seemed to be in agreement with him, and Homura continued when the man prompted for more. "But things could still be reconciled easily enough. I'll trust that your bird was able to sing a sweet enough tune. In fact, I'm counting on it." Leaning his head on a hand, Homura casually looked off to the side. "I'm not inclined to trust the new bird with every bit of the truth. Including what might make him more eager to turn on us." Such as discovering he truly had been betrayed by Sen. "Or that he wouldn't actually be working alone. Chance meetings aren't such rare things here, after all."