That makes Tsuna stir again instead of drifting in the strange place on the edge of sleep. Brow furrowing, he tries to tug his wrist away. Still tired, still not truly there, it's a half-effort. With Xanxus' strength, there's no reason to let him carry through.

Still, he tries. Tries because there's a hazily miserable but dark look on his face now.

"We're doing it again," he murmurs, a shimmer of anger becoming apparent now as well. "We're- you know why he's pushing for that kind of thing, it's because..." Pushing himself up to his feet, he has to pause because the world swims, just like his memories. An enormous ballroom, a ruined and abandoned theater- both seem to mix for a second. "Trapped... in the past. He's trapped in the past and thinks all this bloodshed will fix things..."