Yeah, toss yer idea of a game out, this wasn't even Shinjuku game. There was no tryina make us better. There was only turning us into Monsters and pitting us against the humans she hated.

[ He shakes his head a little, then sighs softly as the brushing calms him back down, Beat stretching his legs out a little.

Then smirks to the question. Aha. Knew he'd want to know. In his own way. Though his smirk slides away a little. ]

Not jus' coughin' 'em up. A ring 'round yer head like a crown, of yellow roses. Irises, from yer eyes. They uh, blinded you entirely.

[ Beat remembers, when he usually has troubles remembering some stuff. This was important. So important to him. ]

Sakura and wisteria in yer lungs, drownin' you.