That’s the benefit to being the Daitengu, then, isn’t it? With their identity a total secret— with the only face any of us recognize being their mask— they can move freely and in secret. They actually attended their own funeral and no one even knew.

[A beat. He’s thinking back to everything that’d happened that fateful night: a lot of it is a blur for him, with how chaotic the firefight and rioting had been.]

Then again, even the retainers who were guarding their body seemed convinced. More than if they’d been acting.

[SO WHO KNOWS.]