[ Yato knows plenty more than the guy's name, but he's better off not dropping hints that he's been intimately stalking the guy for information. His tone becomes matter-of-fact, free of any apparent vitriol. ]

A hired hand who was trying to hunt me down a while back. A friend of mine helped chase him off, and that was supposed to be the end of it. But it turned out he wasn't done, because he burned my friend's apartment down, and tried to burn her down with it.

[ Because, Yato can only imagine, the guy couldn't even remember who Yato was. But he could remember the girl who humiliated him in Yato's defense. The girl who would've killed him and saved herself a world of trouble, had Yato not stayed her hand.

Yukine is struggling for words. Is he repulsed? Afraid? Disappointed? Does he believe that the charge is true? He would have more reason the most. No one knows better than Yukine the kinds of things Yato got into when he was younger. ]

I'll tell you more about it another time. I won't be here for long. Trust me.