Tatsuo glances over at Jirou, his expression hesitant. He knows he takes a rather hard stance on the whole soul thing, and sometimes it's a little difficult to put it all into words.

"Some of it is my own emotional reaction to the memories, I suppose. But just because I'm getting his memories, does that mean I need to think of them as mine? Retrospec says I wouldn't exist if his soul hadn't gotten rescued. Okay, but even if that's true, I still didn't live that life. The choices he made in his life are his choices, not mine.

And I suppose because have family in law enforcement, I view his actions more critically. I know what he should have done, and he didn't do it. He knew what he should have done, and he chose to exceed his authority. He took an oath as a peace officer, and he broke that oath for his own personal reasons. And it cost someone their life. That boy back there, the one he was interviewing who kept asking for food? That boy died, because Ryuuzaki took matters into his own hands instead of doing his job."

Tatsuo exhales audibly and knocks back a cup of sake. He has very complicated feelings about this other life.