[ He doesn't want to think about the weakness in his heart. It's been shoved in his face many times by the spirits of Hakagemachi, especially the mirror yokai that accompanied the Lake Spirit. He'd been trapped under the water where he could either look it all right in the face or he could drown and drowning had sounded fine. ]

Could never tell what th'onmyouji wanted, us dead or if they just hated th'yokai that much.

[ A numb shrug. The occultists had only talked in riddles and curses. He'd tried to get his hands on one to beat the answers out of them, but his fists were never much use in the yokai town. ]

Time didn't work right. Ya could get caught in these loops. Die a thousand times an' still walk out on th'main road like ya were never gone. Anythin' could happen t'ya, really. Wasn't no place for us.