Oh. Dreams are weird. Togusa runs a hand over his face. Maybe he wasn't in a strictly re-lived memory of Tatsuo's. But a little of more than once incident.

"Protection detail?" Togusa has to ask. "Sounds like he knew it was coming for the person he was with. Then got damn lucky." Pause. "Or unlucky, depending on how you count it. He took the shot for the guy?"