[Wataru looks Eichi over with a careful gaze, checking for any obvious severe injuries. His eyes pause on the mark on Eichi's chest, and his world falls away for a moment, so much so that he can only faintly hear the sound of his name on those treacherous lips. It's the same mark Wataru has had on his chest for years. And he knows what that means.

Eichi doesn't have to know about it, though. In fact, it's better that way. They're too incompatible for even fate to intervene, he thinks, and he rearranges Eichi's shirt to cover the mark.]

Yes, it's me. I've led your guards here, so they'll come retrieve you any minute now.

[He bites at his lower lip, considering. If Eichi wanted to, he could ruin Wataru with this, he realizes. All it would take was one convincing enough argument to make people believe Wataru set this up to play hero. And for the very few people in the know, that he did it as revenge. Wataru, of course, would never do something so petty and dangerous, but...]

I had nothing to do with this. I just found a note and followed the clues.