"C-Come out?" Tsuzuki blinked his damp eyes as he questioned the question. "Um... well... I..." He could form a thought at the thought of the whole ship seeing him this way. What if they all thought he was weak or something? What if they doubted him as a Marine? No one seemed to want his help, and he didn't want to tread on things he shouldn't. This world was a breath of fresh air, but there was always a catch!

He stared at the wrist band of his watch. It had shifted up from the Commodore's gloved hand, and the shinigami could see his scars. No matter what, he could never forget what he'd done...