Risei chokes on his breath and the swelling steam from his bike. The train. Of course they know about the tragedy on the train, and of course a magus would use that to hurt Risei, make him seem the monster. "Good, then--then there's nothing. Don't blame her. I came to the forest. She told me not to and I came anyway. I'm sorry, Mr. Einzbern."

And with that, he barely manages to lift the bike a precious three inches off his leg. The old man's blood drips onto it, the same color as the casing.