A few weeks wasn't much time at all. Some people concentrated years into planning their final moments on the earth, dividing up their belongings and preparing heartfelt goodbyes in the form of letters or video dispositions their loved ones could review when they were gone. Perhaps, if his death meant that he would leave this world altogether and not remain as some parasite retaining the use of its host's body, it would be easier.

He wouldn't be forced to continue living a life that didn't belong to him, lying to the people who were important to 'Kit Florentine,' few and far between as they were. He wouldn't need to keep up a charade or worry how long it would be before the lies would sneak around his neck like vines and strangle him.

There would be no worries at all because he would be...nothing.

Instead, he must decide quickly what is most important to him and how to proceed following the pseudo death of himself, and the revival of the one called 'Kurama.' It would be unwise to try and tell his family anything. Such would worry them unnecessarily, and many of his peers simply wouldn't understand. He'd made no secret of his interest in occult things. Perhaps they would even think he lost his mind?

And then where might he end up? Another institution like the detention center?

With a sigh, Kit's hands found his pockets.

"It will have to suffice," he answered, because he knew that he had no choice. In this game, ignorance was't an option. Not if he wanted to win. "I'll be ready then."