He had given Nataku enough to chew on. That was enough for now. He would ask if he had questions, or ask someone else. Either was fine with Kuroro.

"It's unlucky when the purpose of the enemy was not to kill but to sneak around. That only means the person was in the wrong place at the wrong time." Or rather, that it was the wrong person. If someone else had bumped into the witch, maybe they would have lived through it.

The image of Nataku laughing was so alien to him that Kuroro did chuckle. Perhaps the boy had met Prussia. He couldn't remember anyone else having such a strange laughter. "There are some ways to make one laugh even if they don't want to. Like tickling or laughing gas. Do you want to experience it?"