The quirk of a wry smile. That's his own fault for using such a loaded term as 'peace', of course that's the answer he gets. Mine's appearance in the town hadn't Daigo any peace, at all. It brought him a cold dread that their failings were going to be repeated. All he's thinking now is that he doesn't want that for anyone else. He settles into the protection of his cigarette, hand covering the lower half of his face as he looks contemplatively into the curl of smoke.

"Words can bring it all too close to home."

He understands, even if he's been hurt by that particular defense mechanism many times in his life.