[Talk? Heh...not likely. Not really. Agito can't help a little bit of a bitter smile, some of the normal him sliding back. He hates himself for letting Akito see and worry about him. He's not going to let others know. He shakes his head with a bit of a sigh, and lets himself fall back onto the sand]
Don't bother, Allelujah. My shit is mine to deal with. [His arms fold under his head, watching the sky. He'll deal with his problems, one way or another]