[ Well... maybe it was cruel. He doesn't fight evil with kindness. Or maybe he's just letting his personal feelings get the better of him; it's sad, when a sick man has to be the composed one, pointing out his obstinance. Yusuke looks at the opposing wall, idly interlacing his fingers to keep his hands busy, wondering if JJ would just fall asleep if he didn't respond long enough. Probably so. But he does pipe up eventually—because he's not an island. It could be that he'd like to confide in someone, too. ]

They do deserve it. [ He pauses, sighing like a vent for a low-simmering anger. ] Sickness took someone dear to me before. Sickness, and a very wicked man. Between illness and injustice...

[ Maybe that'd make it easier to see where he was coming from, if that was even possible. Yusuke is quiet again, JJ's head heavy on his shoulder. At least it was just the flu this time. The circumstances behind it were so pointlessly malicious, though. Of course it upsets him—how could it not? ]

Since I can't do anything against one, I should try my best against the other.