practicality

He was familiar, but I don't know his name. He was... dead, I think. White kimono, blood over his stomach and from his neck. [Seppuku wounds]

He said...that I had killed him, but it wasn't my fault. That all things came with a price, even honor.

[Souji's hands tighten slightly on his tea-cup. This is somewhat personal territory - but he can trust Rain]

He hugged me. He had a bamboo blade in his hands... it ran through as easily as steel. He said to remember him. And to be good.