Heh. [glances down at his hands] That mushi's lifespan is a day. So I guess I would've died at night.

... The entire time it felt like I was rushing to my death. [And leaving everyone behind him. He hated that more than anything, and it might be audible in his somber tone. This is a strange way to realize how deep an impression it left. He momentarily feels bad about bringing this up. Okay topic change!]

But you've heard of it, huh? I don't suppose your spirit world has anything to do with mushi.