His words hit too close to him, except he managed to fail that particular test.

You're still alive.

[ Whether it's for the kid or himself, he's not sure. He doesn't dwell on it too much, ignoring how his tattoo starts to pulse, and picks up one of the water bottles Ichiru left for him, taking a drink. It does little to quench his thirst. Ignoring that too, he hands the kid one of his water bottles, before reaching into his pocket and grabbing a small case, and slips open the top, downing a few pills in one gulp before he has a chance to think about what he's doing. ]

Keep practicing.