Tsuzuki paused. He'd always thought that the reason Enma-Daioh had stepped in was because of the depth of his regret, which made him a great candidate for the shinigami. Having to kill more was a much worse punishment than hell in the shinigami's eyes. It had taken 80 years for him to get this numb to it, and that wasn't all that much better. Hearing the tone in the marine's voice, he knew what he was trying to say. He sounded just like Tatsumi: You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault. Just rest and you'll feel better. That didn't ease the pain in his heart! It only sounded like running away!

"H-How should I know?! I never understood why Enma-Daioh saved my retched spirit! I didn't deserve it! I murdereded my whole village! I killed the only person that ever cared about me! And then... then..." Tears fell once again. He couldn't help it. He'd keep everything bottled up for decades, for he knew there was no one that could accept all of him. The Commodore had been so good to him. He couldn't bare to fall in his eyes as well.