"I'm pretty sure we already have your backstory on file, Guzma-san."

Dojima had just ordered coffee for himself, though he despaired privately over the quality of the stuff. He shouldn't expect anything more from a greasy spoon like this, but, one would hope...

"And no, we're not looking to 'pin' anything on you and your group..." He rolled his shoulders, staring squarely at the young adult across from him.

He was reminded of someone, very distinctly.

"If anything, we... I want to help find some closure for the ones you lost."