Majima let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding as he waited for Kiryu's response. The simple nod was enough. Kiryu was agreeing--though he didn't know to the extent of what he was agreeing to perhaps. Because what Majima didn't say aloud was to what degree he would go to uphold the promise he just made with or without Kiryu's actual comprehension of it.

If Majima had to sacrifice himself to get the answers that Kiryu wanted out of this damn place then Majima would do it to find out. Easier said than done from behind these bars but the one-eyed man didn't plan on being behind them forever. Once he was out he would start the investigation in earnest. And find the information to how this all worked, what link if any there truly was, and if there was a way to either reserve it or shut it down permanently. Anything that would ease Kiryu's mind to know, to have a possibility of protecting those back in his (their?) world.

Why did he make such a promise on a sudden whim? That was a harder question to pin down. Perhaps he just felt like he owed the man that much. Maybe he was just used to making the hard sacrifices in life for another already. What was one more.

"Sounds good." The irony wasn't lost on Majima who already was planning on being reckless enough with his own life once he was out of here. But, he'd won. For now. Kiryu was probably safe for the moment. "Can't have you ending up in here with me. Gotta keep ya out there so I have a steady supply of cigarettes."

It was a joke to lighten the mood. Was he getting better at them? Absolutely not. Was he going to keep making them anyway? You better believe it.