[ He can feel his body tense up once more when Naruhodou gasps, but he remains still, head bowed so his neck is clearly visible. He hums softly at his statement instead of nodding, drawing his hands down and out of the way finally, resting them at his side. ]

This is the truth behind what happened that night. [ How he'd hit that bedpost with an unbelievable amount of force, how he'd crumpled to the ground without a chance to even shout, how he'd lost nearly everything that night — except for his life. ] . . . I don't notice it much these days, unless I touch it.