[ At the mention of what they'd seen back there, King may notice that very noticeable flinch and how he almost seemed to go a bit pale again. Lasting only briefly before he wrenched his eyes shut, shaking his head as he grit his teeth for just a moment. He doesn't want to remember that, and yet he could never forget it.

The image of Kurama being skewered by that thing that vaguely resembled Lala or the sound of his cry before the darkness overtook everything. ]

I... promised Kurama I'd do it. To keep going, win... and give them hell. Make it through this. [ A laugh ripped itself from him, bitter and painfully sad. ] Easier said than done. Continuing on is hard... I know neither of them would want me to give up, but it's... it's so damn painful.

[ Maybe he is breaking down just a little, shoulders trembling slightly as he tried to keep himself in one piece. It's no better than someone trying to hold together something comprised of fragile, broken pieces, however. ]

I'm not used to this. I hate this... I...

[ He can't even finish that sentence, voice trailing off. ]