He brought a gun.

[Four simple words that will bring any conversation to an abrupt silence. Takemichi's gaze drops to the table and he takes a deep breath before rushing onward.]

He shot me in the foot, but just about everybody was ready to turn on him by then, so he ran. I chased after him, but... he got hit by a truck.

[He swallows before looking up again, braving a glimpse at Mikey's expression.]

He died.