Depth Charge found himself wondering how many times she'd told this story- that was the look of someone who'd gotten used to talking about it, flatly, in that detached voice (did I sound like that? around the second or third interrogation maybe, or-)

Had been the look. For the first time he saw the mask crack a little at the first question, and for a moment he couldn't wonder what of the thousands of things he'd gotten used to hitting him in backwash was going through her head at that moment: a face? A moment from the attack? A voice? Trouble with ghosts was, they always knew exactly how to hit you where it hurt.

Then it was gone, and suddenly Hime's eyes were colder than he'd ever seen them before, staring across at him. Through him. He had to wonder what she was seeing, in that brief, piercing moment.

Next thing he knew and she was picking up the song again, and all the notes were lined up in the right order just as before. One man, a lapse in justice... and a restoring of it. "That name...?" he asked, after a moment, but that hadn't been what he'd wanted to ask. He breathed in silently then looked up again properly, facing her head-on. "Did it help?"