It's the middle of the night this time, with Chikai standing right at the edge of a tunnel. The lights inside are painfully bright florescents that expose everything. A man in a white coat lying face-down on the ground, and further past him, the same young boy from the last memory holding a still-smoking gun. After letting out a slow breath, Chikai starts walking towards his brother, carefully but with no sign of hesitation. The boy doesn't move at all, eyes wide and terrified, even when Chikai gently takes the gun from his shaking hands.

And just as sure and unflinching, he walks back over to the body, and fires twice more into its back.

With that done, he turns back towards his little brother, who now looks just as confused as he is afraid. "Bad guys are the ones who survive in this world," he states coldly as he bridges the distance between them once more. Then Chikai kneels down until they're at eye level, and says with a smirk that softens just slightly as he goes, "I killed that guy, okay? With this gun." Understanding seeps into the boy's eyes at last, and with it something very close to awe. Just as his paralysis breaks and he finally starts to sob, Chikai sets the gun down and pulls him into a tight hug, assuring him quietly, "Us brothers are gonna survive this world together. No matter what we have to do. Got it?"

When the memory vanishes this time, Chikai wastes no time in grabbing at Jon's collar and snarling, low and vicious, "You don't tell fucking anyone about that, understand?"