It was a bit too late for that, in Genjo's opinion. He had lost time to adjust the moment Koumyou insistently kept bringing feelings into the conversation.

Genjo lifted his head in response to the counterclaim. Only to find himself staring face-to-spout with the teapot offered out to him. He was sitting back up straight once more to allow Koumyou the ability to move in for his cup.

How could that not have been the case? The entire scenario had felt fairly apparent in Genjo's eyes. Despite his wish to forget, the memory was a clear one that played itself out time and time again countlessly in his mind.

"We were attacked. You knew what was coming. It was why you offered me the title. You knew you would be dying that night. All because I was there."