[ He takes a seat against his better judgement. It's so much easier to talk about this when he's drunk, when he's so raw emotionally that he can't care how much it hurts anymore, when emotions just pour out of him like water from a broken faucet. ]

...I was scared'a hurtin' 'em. I tore up Emily, almost broke Nishitani's fuckin' arm, went after Hizen...Th' last I saw'a Majima...that wasn't him.

[ He unwillingly saw what Majima had been through, unable to block out the sight of torture and those responsible for the cruelty. That was nothing he ever asked about nor expected to hear the details of. It wasn't his business. It brought back the memories of his own torture and the treatment from the people who supposedly cared about him.

Izō was fucked up after all of that. How the fuck was he supposed to stay? ]

Didn't know how long I could keep control'a myself. Stayin' away was safer.