"That isn't what happened at all," Koumyou says, picking his teapot up and refilling his cup, then holding the pot angled a little toward Genjo in a silent question. Want a refill? You know, once he picks his head up.

"Would you like me to explain what actually happened, that night? Or, later. Or... not."

He's trying to give his son the time that he'd asked for. Besides immediately telling him that he knew he had failed him. That one had had to be now, in case Genjo walked away into the mist at the next platform.