Jaime watched as Okita forced more blood out of his injury but wasn't sure what, if anything, to say. He didn't need to wonder that much about what was bothering the other man. The safe bet was on the stranger that knew all about his illness. The situation was making Jaime feel more than a little uneasy. He didn't like the idea of having such a huge advantage over anyone like this, but there wasn't much he could actually do to level the playing field.

"Okay," he agreed eventually. "I'll keep it to myself. It's the least I can do." He knew a little too well what it was like to have people mourning when you weren't dead. Or more accurately in his case, coming back to find people had thought you were dead and having to deal with their reactions to you not only being alive after all, but also being different from what they remembered. It wasn't exactly the same, but both were difficult to deal with.