Kaito let the rage rush over him. Yes, rage at him. This he could handle. A glance to the side, an empty smile at the angered soul.
"He asked." Was the simple answer.
He couldn't answer this in the same way he couldn't answer when Agito asked him why he had treated them the way he did. How he could whip them mercilessly with the same hand that patted them gently to sleep.
Sometimes, Wanijima Kaito questioned his own sanity.