[Why is he asking him that? Yusuke eyes Blake warily for a long moment, then shrugs and glances away.]
Psht, I dunno, old man. I'm so good at screwin' up I've kinda lost track.
[It's an evasive answer, but what else is he supposed to say? He's not about to tell Blake that he made three of the people he cares about most watch him get violently murdered by some psycho in the hopes that they'd be pissed off enough that they'd find the strength to put said psycho ten inches underground where he belonged. The old man probably wouldn't believe him anyway.]
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Psht, I dunno, old man. I'm so good at screwin' up I've kinda lost track.
[It's an evasive answer, but what else is he supposed to say? He's not about to tell Blake that he made three of the people he cares about most watch him get violently murdered by some psycho in the hopes that they'd be pissed off enough that they'd find the strength to put said psycho ten inches underground where he belonged. The old man probably wouldn't believe him anyway.]