Huh?

[He doesn't think anyone has ever asked him that. Growing up in the orphanage, the children were largely left to their own devices. He'd made friends with another boy and his sister, and those two had been enough to leave him content. After what happened the night of the fourth...he stopped thinking about having connections at all. It wouldn't be inaccurate to say he'd stopped living, more or less.

But Shinjiro's difficulty with distance has always been his inability to cut off his own compassion at the knees. The urge to help those in need of it is not one that he can resist. Takeba had noticed it in him, called him out on his kindness the first time they met.]

I dunno.

[He prefers to deny it. Looking off to the side, he shrugs a shoulder, the deflection too artless to fool someone as well-versed with fronts as Itachi.]

Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, we all gotta go our separate ways at the end of this. If we even all make it to the end of the road.

[That's not a foregone conclusion; several of their number have left the station throughout the time he's been here.]