(A/N) I almost forgot about this and I was the one who wanted to write it in the first place :P I wanted to write about G's depression but not in the story because that would've slowed it down. So, hence the omake! Anyway, hope you enjoy~

I stared at the pancakes in front of me that I should be eating but not in the mood to do so. Hadn't been in the mood to do so for four days. I had gotten away with it before, but this time Giotto wouldn't let it slip.

"You have to eat, G." I gave a tiny shake of my head.

"You have to eat to stay healthy."

"I don't feel like it," I murmured softly.

"G, Ugetsu would have wanted you to eat." If Giotto had thought he would win with that tactic, he was wrong. I started to shake slightly as I lowered my head to cover my face with my bangs and clenched my fists in my lap.

"G?" Lampo, who was sitting next to me, gave me a concerned look as he noticed the drops falling onto my hands. "G, are you crying?"

Knuckle got up from his chair and walked over to me. He laid a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, G, it's alright. God is watching over Ugetsu; I'm sure of it! And besides, the bible says that-"

"Shut up!" I snapped. I was sick and tired of their pity. "No one cares about the shit in your bible!"

"G." Giotto warned; frowning disapprovingly as Knuckle took his hand off my shoulder.

I hated the looks they were giving me; the pity they felt for an abandoned man. I stood up and left the room; my still untouched pancakes sitting on the table. I wiped at my eyes but the tears just flowed harder.

They didn't understand. They just didn't understand.


Giotto waited until G left the room before speaking up.

"I'm sorry, Knuckle. He didn't mean that; he's just not in his right state of mind-"

Knuckle held up his hand to stop him. Lampo listened to the conversation silently as he turned his head to stare at the door G had gone out of.

"You don't need to apologize for him, Giotto. I know he didn't mean that," Knuckle said as he started to walk out of the room. As if answering the unspoken question, he added, "I know G doesn't believe in what I do and teases me sometimes. But even so, G's never sworn in my presence before."

Giotto and Lampo were left to chew on that, while staring at G's uneaten pancakes, as Knuckle left the room.