For a while, Gojyo tried to wash away the blood, and the guilt... Set sometime between the whole mess with Gojyo's mother and the arrival of Hakkai.
- Oogh. Broke my heart, that did. I can see it--see him pretending not to care after that, pretending so hard he might actually believe it, then glancing at a bottle of hair dye and feeling that little, traitorous hope and--
The hurt! But it hurts so good.