"What do dead people want?" Shinjirou doesn't expect an answer. How could anyone know the answer to that, after all. Jade isn't dead; no one he could ask is and how would someone that's alive know that.

Carefully sitting back, wiping at his face with one hand, he dares to take another look at Jade. No, he still looks more like her. "I won't do it again. You'd, you wouldn't let me. Right?"