Okita stopped midway through ripping a new strip of cloth off and let his hands rest in his lap. Would most people tell their roommates such things? Okita was certain some people were keeping it a secret, if only for fear that their roommates might kill them before the night came. The terror of the night before was enough to drive people to do dangerous things, inhuman things; and just because there was a twelve hour buffer did not help people's reactions.

He knew he was still keeping a deadly secret, but thankfully, his could only affect him.

A smile ghosted across his lips and he nodded. "I think many people would be afraid to tell others, in case they became targets. People do many things they regret when motivated by fear." Such as not saying anything at all. It was a delicate line to tread between spreading awareness and spreading fear, and Okita himself wasn't sure of what to do about it. Shaking his head, he went back to work, pulling the strips off the bed sheet. "And I'll be fine. The food here doesn't suit me very well."

Or at all. It was probably why he hadn't been eating lately. Everyone was scolding him about that lately. Perhaps it was because he was losing weight? But then...he knew that was not the only reason he was thinning. "But once I finish this, I'll eat something. You make sure to eat first though. I still have time."