[ Murmuring his agreement, that seems to be as good of an explanation as any. If it wasn't for the deluge of things this week he probably could have shrugged it off like he has been doing. This is probably a point on why talking about things with someone is well, important—but he's doing that now isn't he? ]

Yeah. It's like death and me are very...contrary. When I want it, it runs away from me. When I don't, it chases me down relentlessly. I fought against the Shiki for weeks basically on my own, I wasn't going to let myself die in that village no matter what. If I had to kill someone, desecrate a corpse, steal money, lie to my family, I didn't care. I was sure there was nothing that could stop me. But when the time came down to it, and death finally came to me I—I just accepted it. If it had been anyone else I could have...

[ Cupping his palm over his eyes, he no longer wants to see the stars. Not when all he can see right now is a sky of white flowers. ]

I failed. I gave up, just like she did. I was okay with dying if it was at Tohru's hands. [ Like a random drop of rain, the name just falls off his lips. He adds the actual answer to the question as an afterthought, a feeble attempt at a coverup. ]

But death was...it wasn't bad. I think I was content.