He ignored the others. Yes, moving ahead was important but not as important as this. He wanted to know why someone with enough sense as Haytham wanted to appear to be would take a stupid chance like he did. It was one thing to kill in the quiet, to arrange disappearances and stage 'accidents', but another to do so in a situation when they needed all the strength they could get.

"You are not that subtle," Kenshin said, keeping his voice level even as his hand tighten. The calm was settling in his blood and bones, one that not even the inner 'no, no more hitokiri' could not completely shake. "It is hard to hide killings from killers, it is so. Is that why you dropped the bridge? Because Kidd disagreed with you?"

He could draw and strike before that man turned to face him again. He could just attack and feel better about what he had seen over the past few months and years. But he was not as assassin any more, only someone who knew the signs and could react to them, even if it was just too late.

"Desmond. Aveline. Others as well, all who spoke differently from you and came from your lands. Just like Kidd. Accidents happen, but this was no accident, that it was not."