[As Mikado goes through his own assumptions, he shrinks in on himself, edging away. It's easy to watch every guess hit a mark, or at least close to one -- he flinches with each one. By the time he's done, Kida's got his arms wrapped tight around himself, and he doesn't answer at all, at first. Instead he just stands there, shaking and looking sick.

But finally he speaks, in a voice hardly above a whisper that sounds that it's been dragged out of him.]

...For someone like me, there's no end of hostages.

[But that's all he can manage. At this point it's clearly less stubbornness and more pure inability to cope that's blocking him from communicating. He's had enough, and unless Mikado stops him he's going to turn and run away. Screw the risk of being seen upset.]