[Every part of Juzo is on high alert right now. When has he ever seen Kyosuke like this? Even though he has no idea what else he'd expect at a time like right now, he can feel the icy grip of concern in his chest, as chill as the air surrounding Kyosuke's body, which Juzo can feel as he steps closer.

His hands curl into hard fists, then relax; he'd burned through so much pure rage earlier. Probably for the best. Now he can focus on Kyosuke.]

. . . I saw what Enoshima did to her. To Yukizome. I—went to Kamukura and made him show me. I had to see for myself that it was true.