If he couldn't make himself feel over the death of someone he'd cared for, the death of someone he'd never known made less than no impact on Kousyxe - he just nodded, making a face for good measure. What would be there to apologise for?

"And I thought my old teacher was bad." Did knowing that he'd never have to see Morooka again count as a good point for being here? Honestly, Kousyxe wasn't sure. Just another part of his old life consigned to irrelevance. "Who's who around here, then?" he asked. A couple, he could guess at. But they'd all just been unknown and hard to process faces atop identical coats (he fidgeted slightly with his hood) when he'd seen so many of them. The people who were to be his new companions on this journey... and as of yet, they meant nothing. Could mean nothing...