He's quiet for a long moment, and for some reason he's looking down at his right hand, not its scarred back but the faint white line down his palm. There's a streak of blood across it, partially obscuring it.

You're dancing right on that edge. Aragami-san.

"I can feel it pulling," he murmurs. "Since we got back, I could feel it. It's like a slow slide down. That road." He lets out a soft laugh. "I feel like I just cheated on you."