"Against thirteen men? You must be skilled." Talking to a Kaito again, any Kaito, no matter how different from his own, is warping the rules he set for himself. He thought he missed the assassin as sharply as he had the day he was killed, but the ache is much more intense now he finds himself across from a Kaito that is so different from the one he remembers. He has to school himself against a foolish action.

"What style of fighting do you employ?" Because it had obviously not been a gunfight, and Eight's musculature spoke of experience in hand-to-hand.