Doesn't matter what Jade says -- Shinjirou's already worried. This isn't something ordinary people should know about, though he wouldn't exactly call Jade ordinary ... well, close enough to normal, he guesses, in comparison to his story.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, a nervous laughter startling even himself. "They, uhm, tend to appear when you're not feeling so good. I mean, Castor does. The others can control theirs." And make it look so easy. "I wasn't feeling all that good."

No, he was frantic, upset, exhausted. Really, the perfect moment for Castor to show up, take over. "I think without the suppressants, by now you'd be," he stops and looks up, slowly, "dead."