[Hakkai glances up, following Gojyo's accusatory pointing finger, and his lips twitch in a brief smile. All right, yes, the nose is Jeep's fault, but the arm had been his own, and the throat wound he's not seeing anymore--

He still doesn't quite know how he feels about that. It's not real, of course, but could it be his own memories that he can't trust and not what he'd seen in Gojyo's?

Goku agrees with him, but Goku remembers things he doesn't, too. His smile falls away almost as soon as it forms, and he shakes his head, looking away.]

Not that I shouldn't love you. [He doesn't stumble over the words: his voice is low, confessional.] But I used to think you were the one person in the world I knew I'd never hurt--

[--never kill, but he can't say that, not with ghosts fresh in his mind. One is the specter of that cut throat and the other is the worse specter of Gojyo twisted into a monster by Hakkai saying just a little too much.]

And if that's not true. [He inhales, and spreads his hands out, looking at them, the curl of vines and the ten vicious points of his claws. There's a little blood on a few of them, where his fiddling with the fabric of his sleeve had accidentally scratched his skin: he's out of practice dealing with them in everyday life.]

I shouldn't let myself ... do that. Love, any more.