[ . . . . he nods at that, in agreement. he starts to eat some of his own ramen in thought, if only to take up the space. it's... a little funny. at least here, there's no regret. there's less cacophony. he made his choice, and he doesn't regret it.]

... I only hate how people are treating me now.

[if he's honest. and that's where there are sparks of - struggle. of uncertainty. of worry.]

... I killed someone, and no one's mad. Well - some of them are... less than pleased, but it's less at me, and more at the situation. I get that. But...

I don't know. [his brow furrows] I thought... it'd be a little bit more at me.