Momo went still again. No. She didn't want to. Reinforce was intelligent; she should have figured it out. The shinigami did not want to voice it. She didn't want to walk that precarious emotional edge again. She didn't... she needed to be strong and if she talked about it, even if Reinforce was the one person within these walls that had a right to know...

Momo put a hand to her temple as she stared unseeing at the wet journal. She needed to... didn't want to... no. She... She'd find a way. And she did. She shut her emotions down again, blocked them off. If she forced herself not to acknowledge them, she could... she could say it.

The journal was closed with a heavy hand, the shinigami raising her empty eye to meet Reinforce's.

"Two nights ago, Signum was killed by another patient. She'd drawn her sword to..." Something flickered in her eyes briefly. "...to defend me against that patient as he wished to end my existence. Unknown to either of us, he possessed an ability to render steel useless against him."

Momo looked away then, unable to keep things locked back any longer. Her gaze moved to her right hand as she realized she'd had it clenched so hard her nails had cut into her palm to draw blood.

"It was my fault. Her choice to stand between us be damned, it was my fault," she whispered. "I started it all... foolish pride..."