black sand, black heart

Hattori shot her a look. He could understand a newcomers curiosity, the urge to latch onto something or someone of vague familiarity, but she really was asking too many questions. What could he even say? He didn't know enough about her to point her in a true direction, nor did he care to wander about improving every loner's life that he came across. It sounded like far too much work and even if it wasn't, Hattori was the sort of man who minded his own. No ands ifs or buts.

"I do not know, this is something you should find out for yourself." Or in other words, stop asking me.