Rather than look up, he stirs his soup. Suzui, falling from the roof. The dead look on Ann's face, as she sat in Kamoshida's car. He'd seen that same look on his mother's face. And the rumours about his mother and himself, spread by Kamoshida from his koseki page... oh, there had been nothing virtuous about taking on Kamoshida.

And next there had been Kaneshiro, laughing and leering while his men held Makoto down on the floor. His loathsome face, his loathsome threats to enslave Makoto and her sister....

He sets down his chopsticks. "Because I'm really angry. All of the time. I don't care if it's good or bad, changing hearts, just that we can do it. It's not from some great moral ethic that I don't kill, you know. I've just chosen not to."