[Hayato smiled as he listened. As much as Ryuutaro tried to make it sound, his world was a nice and soft one. For someone with his personality to get as shaken as he did by violence, it had to be a soft world. There were so many things he had never told Ryuutaro some of the horrible things he had to do, just so that he could eat. Granted, he knew he was an odd case even in his world, but because of that, he had seen the worst his world was capable of. He didn't ultimately care about trying to make it better or fix it, it was all buried far too deep in the structure. He was simply far more jaded about people than he should have been.

As arrogant and self-centered as Ryuutaro could be, seeing others hurt could shake him up pretty bad. He remembered talking to him during the slasher week, and the week in the zombie-city, and he remembered him talking about the organization he joined. Which, by the sounds of it, didn't take a single life.

The teen chuckled a bit and smirked.]

I dunno, it always seemed pretty soft to me.

[He took a deep breath and looks off at nothing in particular, his smile turning slightly bitter.]

Don't visit it. Italy is one thing, but if it's even remotely like the Sicily I know, it's a big shit hole filled with the scum of the Earth.