[Mmm, that's a bit more perceptive than Shinjiro wanted. Not that it's exactly an accurate assumption, but he thought he'd left the door open for a ... less charitable interpretation than the one Kitsuragi landed upon, and he finds himself not quite so comfortable with the benefit of the doubt, especially when it's not all too terribly far from the truth, either.

He shakes his head.]

Nah, nothin' like that. I just ... I fucked up, couple years ago, got in over my head with some shit, and I had to take responsibility for what came of it.

[He lets out a breath, and for a moment he seems entirely too tired for a mere eighteen years old, the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders.]

S'like I said earlier, a reminder of shit that oughta've been dead and buried along with me.