[When Tenka meets Sousei's eyes, his expression is only one of understanding. Not pity, not sympathy - he was in the exact same place as Sousei and finds nothing pitiful about this. It's an ache that he understands all too well. The simple fact that Tenka had thought that their parents' murderer was already locked up and dealing with his sins.

Except it wasn't fact at all.

When he continues on, he's quiet himself. Partially because he doesn't want to deal with Soramaru or Nishiki waking up and overhearing. But mostly because he's barely able to admit it to himself.]

... I had to know. I had to ask Shirasu - I'd told him about that day and the fact that Soramaru couldn't remember and he'd- he was sympathetic. I thought he understood if the same killer had taken his clan away from him.

[His hands ball up into fists on the table, knuckles turning white.]

So I... I asked him. I thought that Shirasu ordered it and that his brother did it or --

[Or something that was less cruel that the truth.]

... but he said he did it.

[Despite himself, tears prick at Tenka's eyes. He doesn't cry often and almost never cries in front of other people. Through the sadness, he laughs and makes jokes, he finds a way around encountering different concepts like mortality and loss.

But this time the sadness wins.

Ten years of companionship through hard times and loss of family fight with the memories of warmth and laughter and nothing but love and affection from his parents until they were taken away from him. Why is it that even memories that were once so happy cause him pain now?]

Shirasu killed Mom and Dad.