The head of the house listened seeming to keep hidden emotions under control. His chest rising and falling with heavy deep breaths, his hands gripping the hilts of the katana's in one motion both were removed and tossed aside, the robe he had laid to the side utop a chair to keep it stright and crisp. His head rose slightly as he eyed the boy, "You have determination and a fierce attitude. Not many like us still stand..." he said leaning back against the wall, his anger leaving his eyes with a slow and drawn out yawn. "You shouldn't accuse things either..." He looked him over watching him eat the food with vital arrogance himself. "I am always willing to give anything I have to anyone who asks... even now I will give you all the food and clothes I have left to my name..." his voice cracked slightly as he turned his head coughing violently into a cloth he removed from his pocket. The white silk soon dripped slowly with a thick red stain. "I have for your information held the hand of a street orphan... I stayed night and day by her side..." he turned to face the accusing man. His eyes glazed over as he removed the last drop from his red lips.<br/><br/>"You yourself, know nothing of me. So I say the same, dont point fingers you can't afford to break." he frowned and turned walking from the room. A deep nerve had been struck and he was unable to deal with the emotion it provoked. His heart was hearting just as it did that aweful night three years ago. Slowly back and forth he paced in the hall to the right of the kitchen, his hand clutching to the bloody cloth in it for dear life. "How dare anyone tell me such things..." he stoped trying to collect himself, only being able to force himself to his knees, the empty hand clutching to his head as he shakily tried to keep his face till again his home was empty and his pain could show however it pleased... "take anything you want... I dont deserve it... I couldn't even protect her..." he whispers his voice cracking several times in the darkness.