Kenshin shook his head. “None,” he said, slightly surprised that Homura was thanking him, not criticizing. The rurouni realized, suddenly, just how deeply Homura had come to care for Okita, and smiled, a little more gently. “We only fought long enough for the boys to get away; we exchanged words after. He agreed that justice would be served another way, or pretended to long enough to give this one the slip. Either way, we went through that door together and it didn’t lead where it was supposed to.

“There was a tunnel of clay,” he continued, “or wet stone. It was too dim to tell which, and we were too busy dodging the massive boulders that seemed to come out of the walls and try to crush us to death for this one to examine things too closely.”