[It's way too soon to have another fist flying at his face. He flinches away as it hits the wall and busts right through it, good work, and a look not unlike fear flickers through his eyes.

He banishes that feeling as quickly as it came; after all, for all Mondo's aggressive intimidation, he can trust him. But that doubt was there, even for a split second, and he hates himself for it.]

I thought... you would be able to relate to that feeling! That's all...

[Not that Ishimaru's been any good at relating to anyone. He straightens up again, the uncertainty on his face replaced by his usual frown.]

Anyway, now you know what happened. That's all there is to it.