[ Even the elbow to the side is only met with a huffed exhale, almost a laugh. ]

How harsh ... what will you do if I come back to haunt you after death, Makoto-san? You'd be at the complete mercy of a ghost that knows you're helpless, you know?

[ ... he won't belabor the point, though. Rom takes a sip of his coffee with that said, letting the cup warm his palms. And after a moment of consideration, he speaks lightly: ]

I'm sure you could hazard a good guess at which one mine was.