[ It was a question given without thought. One that only a speck of the regret that should be running through him emerges, if not already fighting over the fear that messes with the oxygen around himself. Calm. This is what he learnt to be calm for. This and so much more.

He doesn't want to answer, head turned in Komaeda's direction but not enough to see him, nor any attempt made to than at the grass slowly drying, nearly without notice. But when he's already given an answer, not to share one -- it felt wrong. Could he trust Komaeda, though? Was Komaeda the problem, or himself? Gundam had seen how naive his trust was, how easily handed out. It was worthless.

The ball rests against his belly. He didn't have to say much. ]

...I lost control when Sosyne attacked. ... I could've killed someone.

[ Those words leave his mouth too without thought. Why he chose that over anything else, to bring up that point--

Or maybe he does, turning now, a guest in his own body. He lets himself fall into a sitting position, Charizard looking his way but Red not meeting his eye. He tries to meet Komaeda's, spotting his hands at his sides but not recognising the action. ]

I attacked someone months after. Peromei's other representative. He got angry at me and I lost it. I didn't know what I was doing until it was over.

[ The words are dry, cold, his look near blank if not for his wavering gaze. There's a rising flush to his face despite it, speaking true for the hard-beating of his heart. The grass is browning. ]

I could do the same to you.

[ It sounds like neither threat nor warning, but it was in truth one of them. ]