[Slowly, he takes back his own hand and sets it in his lap. Ah... Even if she is drunk, did he really go too far, somewhere? He didn't notice it at all. Just running around and doing whatever he wanted, wrapped up in his own thoughts... He should have been paying more attention. He wanted her to smile each of those times, but she's a kind, gentle lady that needs someone less rough than him.

Glancing down at the hand in his lap, he can't help but think about that hideous leg of his, underneath everything else. Someone he cares about? He laughs lightly. It's true that he couldn't care less about the relationship between shinki and gods specifically... But the truth behind those words are that he doesn't know if he should be placing this burden of him being dead, him remembering nothing, on someone else. He'd need someone to push past all of that, probably.]

You've had quite a lot to drink, haven't you? I'm sorry, Sanae dear. I've been having a lot of selfish thoughts lately, but I never thought I'd hurt you in the process.