Great, just what he needed - an ambitious gangbanger with a big mouth and no impulse control. Shinjiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and merely gave another little shrug. "Maybe, maybe not. You're right, though - doesn't explain what the hell I'm doin here. I'm not interested in joining on, either, if this is some kinda weird recruitment thing."

Shinjiro couldn't hold back his snort when Gokudera called Iwatodai safe. Even if he wasn't fighting Shadows - between the fuckery Strega was up to and the Shadows attacking people generally, even if people weren't aware of it, Iwatodai wasn't safe.

But he's quiet for a long moment before he answered Gokudera's question. How much to say? How much to keep secret? He didn't owe nothing to the Kirijo Group, but causing a panic wouldn't help anyone and he liked Mitsuru, so. He kept their secrets for all of these years. But if this was a weird afterlife, did secrets even matter?

He figured one thing was safe to say. Shinjiro said, bluntly and without any kind of regret or sadness about it, "I got shot, and I died."