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Even if he itched to pace and throw his arms about in rage, he remained where he sat and studied the ground in front of him. They were both alone in their grief, now, no matter how close they sat or how many things they had shared. Both looked away, and Dawali nested the top of his head in his palms and let himself hang there with his elbows on his knees, pulling on the skin of his face as if opening his eyes further could somehow help. It didn't, and he asked more questions without thinking. Without considering that Tayui might not want to answer them. "She knew? How? Why didn't she tell you sooner?" And even before Tayui replied, the Chief began plotting what he would ask the cream female's sister, and how he would track down and get Haku for what he'd done. The laws of his lifestyle ordered him to deal justice once before, but this was more serious. Brennt had been a ticking bomb that he had refused to let explode, but Haku had right out murdered one of his members. And Noir, why Noir? It was a selfish and horrible thought, but he could not help but think it. Why couldn't it have been someone else? There were many in this world that deserved death, and Noir would never have been one of them.