[And when he arrives, there is Izunia, in his Not Ardyn teeshirt and up to his elbows in soapy water, taking his aggression out with steel wool on a pan that must have been the casualty of one of the experimental-to-be-polite cooks.

He only briefly glances in Kurama's direction, before looking back at the pan he's working on, but it's enough. There is a deep anger in him, one that Kurama has no more seen from the normally laid-back man than the apparent teen has shown himself.]

For anything you might wish to say, you'll find no judgement here. Not for dying, and not for killing, not for innocence or cruelty.

[And that's... all he'll say, until and unless Kurama wishes to speak further.]