Jigen seems to vaguely get he's taken a misstep, but fumbles to figure out how to address it. "It's not...it was easier, for a bit, before. Thought they'd stop. Thought it was just a guy with no hope looking for an escape. Now, I don't know."

Now he has hope. He has things he wants to cling to, that he's afraid to lose. Such a short time and he still finds himself so attached to this man and the tiny comforts he offers. It makes him feel wretched, that such things are now luxuries to him. "I've had 'em ever since I..."

He raised his right arm, fingers in the shape of a gun, and made a soft bang noise as he feigned shooting the opposite wall.