Giriko chewed on his lower lip, but he didn't want to talk about this where Noah could hear it, so he couldn't procrastinate for too long on his answer.

"Some asshole told me that was gonna happen to me," he said. "Like...that I was gonna fight some Shibusen guys, but my soul was gonna break and I was gonna die."

Immediately after saying it, he felt like a fool. This was his problem to solve, not Justin's. And besides, telling someone something like that...wouldn't it make him look weak? If he couldn't even fight a couple of kids without his soul breaking apart, he was useless. Noah would probably throw him away.

He clenched his fist and glared down the hallway as he walked, his shoulders slightly hunched as he brooded over it.