Kida stared at the bodies again as Mikado helped him up, relieved to at least have his hands free. As he stared at the bodies a fleeting memory came back to him, although it was fuzzy it involved Mikado and fire and magic.

"You," Kida stopped to cough, his voice hoarse, before he started again, "you set those people on fire?"

His legs still felt shaky as he felt himself losing his balance, catching himself on Mikado's shoulders.