[He laces his hands together again. As if beginning a lecture.]

Yes, I've heard. I doubt he'd believe the actual story, so I'm fairly sure that's where the blame will stay.

[What are you talking about? Snowmen came to life the other day, a time far removed from winter to hammer the point home. If any point was the time to tell about this place, it was this one. And yet he'll keep this detail to himself. Shift the blame to a third party. A very useful third party. The sort that's already raising heat and anger in the wake of the crimes. It wouldn't take long for someone like Tohsaka to lose patience, in the name of his morality.

Why is he thinking of things like this? He shakes his head, and dismisses the thought. Becomes lost in the matters of counting.]

Mine? [A thoughtful pause, followed by a thoughtful hum.] To be honest, my teacher's fire usage won the day. [Another pause. A deep breath, as if swallowing around water.] However... the black keys worked well enough. I suppose I must have felled around twenty or so, not counting the ones Assassin took care of.

[Another pause.] I admit, it became difficult to keep track.