He isn’t scared; anyone else would be but Jataro knew better than to fear death, he figured his time was going to run out soon, after all- everyone hated him, a murder attempt would be made, eventually. He wasn’t scared, though, he did feel nervous- he knew Kotoko, he knew her well and she probably knew him just as well and would use that against him, making him suffer in every way she knew would bother him, he only preyed she wouldn’t make this too long.
“Go…Go ahead. I don’t care...well, I do, but you don’t care about that. Do you? If you did, that would be pretty weird- since you’re holding a knife to my throat…but honestly? You’re probably doing me a favor, really…” He speaks, gazing off to the side, Jataro didn’t want to look at her, he didn’t want to give away any tedious emotions that dared come through via his eyes, he leans back into the wall more and looks up at her, starting to smile when he remembered how this could better himself, he didn’t want to stay here- did he? Did he want to exist anyways?
“Go ahead…Or are you, the great fighter of-of the Warriors of hope scared?”