[Yeah. No. That statement catches him off-guard, and it takes all he has to not give into the inclination to choke on his food. His voice comes out as a strained, surprised "What?" He knows what Aki had told him, read into the implications of what he said: that he had died and that was the end of it.
He can't even think of how they managed. Hospitals didn't operate during The Dark Hour. He remembers the world suddenly not making much sense anymore and how everything across his vision started to turn into simplistic streaks of color, accompanied by the dull thought that he was bleeding out. When you go down that fast, there's usually not much to save. He was supposed to die anyway. That's what Ken had wanted, isn't it? He had deserved it. A bullet for each of them. One for for Ken, one for his mother, and one for everyone else—Minako and Aki included—that he had done wrong to.
But it also can't be that simple, because if he was just simply alert and hospital-bound, Minako wouldn't have acted the way she did.
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He can't even think of how they managed. Hospitals didn't operate during The Dark Hour. He remembers the world suddenly not making much sense anymore and how everything across his vision started to turn into simplistic streaks of color, accompanied by the dull thought that he was bleeding out. When you go down that fast, there's usually not much to save. He was supposed to die anyway. That's what Ken had wanted, isn't it? He had deserved it. A bullet for each of them. One for for Ken, one for his mother, and one for everyone else—Minako and Aki included—that he had done wrong to.
But it also can't be that simple, because if he was just simply alert and hospital-bound, Minako wouldn't have acted the way she did.
So how the hell—]
So I'm not—