He's still for a few moments before grabbing the notebook and pencil. His writing is rough, the characters a little lopsided and a few scribbled out as he just writes the kana because he can't remember the kanji.

It takes a bit for him to finish, but he finally sets it down, staring at the page and clenching his fist before he remembers that this is a borrowed pencil that he shouldn't break. He sets the pencil down and keeps staring at the page as he starts talking.

"He was... my only friend. Got sort of assigned to me as a 'little brother', but kept pestering me until I let him hang out. He was... he really shouldn't have been a yakuza. He was too nice... pretty sure he did it for the money. Don't actually know what his family situation was, could have been for that. Could have just been greed."

Somehow he doesn't think that's right, but he doesn't really know. "... He hated the way my brother treated me but knew there wasn't any way to stand against him. The night I became... what I am now... we were stealing money from the group's safe. We were gonna run away to New Zealand where no one knew us. Had... heh. Had our eye on a nice small house... a little bit away from people but enough for a garden... maybe some animals..."

It sounds so stupid now.