[Hizashi's eyes track the scar and the movement Shouta makes along it, his lips pressing into a thin line.]

If whatever they were doing worked, yeah it's a solid chance. I was in the middle of hauling that nasty piece of trash out of the hospital when I got here.

[He viscerally remembers just how disgusting he felt simply having to have his hands on the guy's body in order to do it. His face twists at the thought.]

I blew out the tube, you know? When we stormed in. The kid was on the ground, not moving, but something felt off.