People usually did not touch him. Most people draw away from him in terror though the past few months living with Kaoru and her strange family of friends, Kenshin had gotten use to the friendly hugs and whacks by bokken and fists. But still, having someone just run their fingertip over the cross-shaped scar on his cheek had him pull away, eyes wide with the sudden shock of such a touch.

"Oro?"

He shook his head to dismiss the disturb thoughts suddenly in his mind, pursing his lips a little. That wasn't actually what he meant, so he was going to try again.

"If one wishes to do so, but maybe one can keep the jar in their room? One needs not to disturb those who do not need a reminder of death, that they do not."