"I never wanted t'avoid anybody. I jus'... didn' wanna see anybody else die 'cause of whatever's followin' me. Sen was bad, but if it were you 'r Okita-han 'r Kudou..."

He'd fall apart, no question. Heiji wore his heart on his sleeve, he was friends or friendly rivals with just about everybody. He couldn't help just trying to like people. He hated avoiding his best friends, he really did, but it would kill him to lose one more than it did to miss out on socializing until he figured out how to get this thing off of him.

"I dunno if anybody could help. Unless y'know an exorcist," Heiji said with a weak smirk.