"Maybe. Is yours annoying? Mine is. Smirking bastard. Or maybe I'm personifying pain and that's a bad idea. I don't know." Zenigata was not about psychology, really, but he was a devout buddhist and his great-odd-grandfather had been elevated to kamihood. He believed in things beyond the explainable.

"Maybe he's someone from a past life. Red thread, and all that." He shrugged once. "Either way, if I meet him, I hope he makes a better husband than a friend."

He doesn't know why, but he feels abandoned after seeing him. Unimportant. Aggravating and unnecessary. Or maybe that's just the chronic depression and untreated PTSD talking.