He may have told her not to ask, but he expected her to do so anyway. At least here he didn't have to explain to an image on a mirror as opposed to somebody face-to-face.

"I... tried to leave a few times," he answered, looking away. That was when the door opened, the face of a nurse peeking in with a stern look.

"Still here! Mind your own damn business!" He snapped, folding his arms moodily. The nurse made a sound of disgust and the door clicked closed again, quick footsteps moving down the hall.

Kanji sighed, rubbing the heel of a palm over an eye. He reached then for a cup sitting at his bedside, swirling the contents. Phosphorous... something else he was depleted of. Unlike the potassium, this stuff was tasty, like a sweetened sports drink.

"...Anyway, 's been a while. You keep a count on how many'a those Witch pets n' zombies you wrecked?"

He drank, smirked a little. "'Cause I sure as hell did."