[Of course, he knows what she's doing. Even upset, Mikado's aware of it, understands what's happening in the conversation. Or at least, he thinks he does.

That's all right though. It's better, right? He can talk about something else, and not imagine it all over again, not have his closest friend's brains swimming before his eyes, the blood on the rock, the the way the body moved and then was still and...

There's silence on the line for a moment, as he swallows down more bile.]

I-uh- I knew of him before I knew him. I mean, I heard about him, and then... over a year now. He doesn't really remember me all that well, but I know him.