Jay frowned with more sips of his soup entering his mouth. He did read the book and was aware of the candy, but just everythign about the carnival corpse seemed to stab at him in the gut.
It had mixed his two worst fears, people and violence. There, in the ring, the people would aim to hurt him. It wasn't just paranoia either, where he just simply shrugged it off until he got away, Jay would be stuck with that person until he or whoever the hell he was versing got knocked out. That meant he had to use his powers to win, but how could someone NOT hurt someone else when they have god forsaken acid blood!
And then, of course, there was the punishment. He really didn't want anything happening to him. Minami was the first Deadman he had talked to and even she had lost her voice. Minami's reaction to her own voice was what scared him the most, as she seemed to miss and hate her new voice. He couldn't ever do that to someone else . . . or to himself. What if he or his opponent had to lose an eye, or a leg, or an arm, or even . . . privates.
God, that was shudder inducing. Still, he needed to get candy somehow. Thus when Minami's eyes began to burrow into him, he relented and spoke once more.
". . . yes Ms. Min- I . . . I mean Mimi," he muttered after gulping down another spoonful, "I don't . . . I don't like people . . . or violence. I think I need to have candy too . . ."