[Kyouya's hand stills with the knife. He finishes the cut and then just... doesn't move.

But his fingers tense around the hilt of it.]

The fog was everywhere.

There was a ghost ship or... something. These things boarded us and were everywhere, but... only one of us got touched by them. So only one of us was affected.

[It's all said very evenly, but... Kyouya puts the knife down on the cutting board in hopes of hiding a tremor in his hand. One of many instances of helplessness. Of being utterly useless to anyone.

Which might have been part of his reasoning for taking care of Tamaki on his own.]

I didn't know it had even happened until two days later.