Sakuma instantly tenses and before he's thinking about it, one hand is over his shoulder, gripping the trident there. This is not a reflex he's familiar with, and yet he did it without even thinking about it. Actually, now that he's considering it, he's not sure he'd even picked up that there was a weapon on his back until just a second ago. The person lowers his weapon, though, and Sakuma lets go of his own.

For a moment he doesn't know what to say, but then he frowns gently. "I think I just did," he says, and then purses his lips. If he died... what is he now?