"Well," said Tsuchi, evidently not quite sure, "even the nicest guys leave a paper trail. Perhaps he's just hidden his really well."

He stared out the glass, at the school grounds, in some perplexity. He was quite as puzzled by this as his friend was. He stood in front of the window and dripped, with some wetness, the venom he felt about something that was just off. He would have carried on with it, had he not met Terumi - who was so nice he knew to lave him alone. In the end, he found he disliked this person almost because of how worried it made someone feel.

"But, you know," he started, "The fact you're not abusing some power or other to dig up some dirt is kind of nice, I guess." He pulled up his right hand and his fingers made a spyglass under the same eye. "That's really good of you, Sherlock Holmes."