[Junpei does vaguely recall talking about swords... He huffs out maybe half of a laugh, exasperated - and lord knows he'd be feeling some other host of much worse emotions if he'd been there and seen it, or if he wouldn't have done the exact same thing (minus the ability to use a sword, because, haha, no). That much surely shows on his face, a melancholy that it had to happen at all and a sad kind of empathy.]

Because he was in his head about it. I get it.

[A beat.]

Don't worry, I'm not going to get on your case about it or anything, because I, uh, also... y'know. [got mcmurdered.] Apparently the infection isn't too picky after a while about who it goes after.

[Another beat.]

And yeah, of course I have a list.