[Oh, kind of like from that movie... Goro stares at it for a moment, the comforting words more like a chilly wind despite the summer's warmth. He hesitates, then carefully leans against Akira, ready to move away if it's the least bit unwelcome. It's just something grounding he needs, considering what came with the news.]

He was captured.

[Bile burns in his throat at the apparent passion the other him had at hunting down the other thieves, casting them as much of criminals as anyone else; I don't care if they come after me, so boldly declared, for the victims of their evil deeds, and for their families--]

And died in custody, it'd seem, by his own hand. [What was that person like? Was he really so prideful as the other him thought, to rather die than be dishonored by capture?] It caused quite a stir, though... the other me seemed level-headed.

[A little dizzy, a little caught up in his own world, something like that. Undesired, wanting only to be needed and relied on, did all he could to achieve that-- and was given some... sort of gift from the gods, though Goro doesn't quite understand that part of the vision at all.

... Just how did he dispose of those in his way?]

I suppose that's what experience in the fields gets you, [though he's oddly quiet and distant.] Though I don't know how I feel about him. Me.