Shinichi leans forwards, going on the very tips of his toes. Pressing his ear agaisnt the door, he listens. "-an, not as... sympathetic and wallowing, likely would have loved what I have. Many men have- and still are coveting what I have." Curiosity curls in. His heart beating right out of his chest in anticipation. Thiswas what he felt earlier- looking into the gold haired stangers eyes. "Yes, normal people would consider it a curse. His blessing comes from death after all."