( His own reaction startles him a beat or two later. Shinichi's always been an emotional person, one led by his heart and its feelings; to so abruptly get snagged by its reaction to something so horrifically upsetting..... isn't so unusual.

But the anger... the form it takes. Something that immediately took the shape of thinking that this person deserved to be killed.... that's a bit new.

The teen's sudden resolve falters as Rex continues, the words sobering Shinichi, aching, like something crumbling inwards. He gives a shaky, startled exhale like something else was holding its breath inside of him. Eyelids flutter, and he's taking half a step back. )

—Sorry. ( He breathes, even though he's not sure why he's saying that and his eyebrows are a little knit, like he's mildly confused. An odd discomfort writhes in his gut, and he wishes he was home in his bed. Abruptly, like a child, he misses his mother. )

That's.... that must be really hard. ( He trudges through coming back to himself, mouth tugged into a frown that's becoming empathetic instead of angry. ) To have to deal with those kinds of things.

( ...But he's dealt with some of it too, hasn't he? Maybe not... to this extent, he's never killed a person, but he's dealt with some of the themes of all of this, touched on them, and even that much is enough to keep him up at night. What must things be like for this guy...? )

....In my world, some bad things are happening too. ( He offers, quietly. ) Things that need to be.... stopped. I think I'm the only one trying to.