[ Yeah. That's about the response Kim had been expecting. He shouldn't have said anything -- in fact, he's not sure why he did. He usually doesn't. He just felt compelled to for some reason, whether that was through some odd sense of solidarity, or... something else. He decides not to dwell on it for much longer. If he starts thinking about how this place could affect even in the insides of their heads, he'll go mad, lock himself in his room and never come out. He shrugs, careless, something both humorous and self-effacing in the tilt of his mouth. Aragaki's discomfort couldn't be clearer to him. ]

It's fine. It's just not a very interesting thing to talk about. It doesn't bother me anymore, [ he lies. ] Get to my age, and fewer things will.

They're trying to get a reaction out of us. I don't intend to give them that satisfaction.