He's too far gone to even register the pain. Instead, once it sinks in what they're trying to do, his hand lashes out, grabbing hold of the shovel just above the scoop. He tugs hard, trying to tear it out of their grasp. Kotetsu can piece together a situation very, very quickly, when given enough motivation. Upturned dirt, a shovel, a body...he can guess what they're trying to do, even through the fog of horror. And it's something they really, really shouldn't be doing.

Even then, he can't bring himself to unwrap the body all the way. He catches a glimpse of black hair, of a face, and his nerves fail him entirely. Because he does know this child, he saw them when he was dead and they were scared and now they're dead and why is there so much blood...

He falls back into a sitting position, breathing hard, eyes wide and staring unseeing. He presses both hands against his mouth, swallowing back the sudden, piercing urge to be sick. The same thoughts chase themselves around his mind. That is a child. That is a dead child. Someone killed this child.

"Who did this?" he asks around his hands, his tone hard and cold like ice, in a brittle sort of way to mask the fact that he's trying not to fall to pieces. He can't - not while there's another child present.