[Aw, but this topic is a lot less fun than flustering strangers. Oh well. Eichi considers it for a quiet few seconds, tapping his chin.]

Not at all. It only makes sense to question it when I'm the one who's brought it up, isn't that right? [He drops his hand back to his lap, his smile still in place.]

I've had this illness of mine since birth, you see. I was born with a weak body, a weak heart, weak lungs— I've been told since I was young that I'd only have months to live. In fact, with my immune system as it is, it's rather curious that I haven't picked up the mysterious plague that seems to be spreading rapidly through this place. I wonder why that is?