It boggles Osamu's mind a little to hear Kita speak so casually, what some might even call crass. Enough to distract him from his food, and that's quite the feat all things considered.

"We lost," he remarks bluntly, pausing in the middle of unfurling the plastic from around his onigiri. The rice is super fluffy and warm; he eats a stray grain off of his thumb. "That's all that matters."