Touching and being close was strange. He was a soldier and a killer and having people too close to him made him feel too much on edge. He was waiting for the next move, the next blow, his eyes narrowed as if he expected a knife in the gut.

Instead he was given those words. Kenshin's jaw tightened, a sharp stab of anger hitting his gut and making his hand tighten on his sword's hilt. Turn a blind eye? No thought to the dead? Was this man trying to provoke him or did he honestly not understand? He swallowed, raising his head and did not take a step back from the closeness of his housemate.

"No. Everything that lives will die. We are only alive because of these crystals given to us. We are not immortal, and if the gods will it, I may be given a simple funeral prye. If not..."

He shrugged. "There are a few people who would be willing to leave this one's corpse for the dogs to eat."