[Nisei isn't going to call Ritsuka anything of the sort. He's never liked being treated like a thing with a use; being handled, rather than reasoned with. As Seimei's fighter, he can have stuff he likes, and stuff he hates. He's allowed to get tired and say so. He's allowed to be an impertinent wretch who may *know* his place, but doesn't stay there. Seimei would rather have a fighter who's visibly alive, even if it isn't as obedient, and Nisei's intensely grateful for that.

And yet, he knows your world. Assuming that if it looks like a person and can fake person-ness, it's a human being is ... about the only thing that it has to recommend it. He knows anyone from there would be appalled, at what he puts up with. But they'd be just as horrified that he's killed people, and he really doesn't have any reason to care what they think. He's considered a bad thing here. He'd be considered a bad thing there, if they could see him for what he is. And this, for all the things he doesn't like, still feels like home. His sacrifice more than anything, but all of it. The violence, the magic ... the deception, intrigue, and sense of living beyond all safety measures. Nisei has blood on his hands, and he wouldn't have it otherwise. Even if it kills him, sooner rather than later, it's still better than having to feel like he's in some sort of human zoo, where everyone is being artificially protected from each other. That's all the upper world is, to him: a more boring cage, with lots of empty talk about freedom.]

What I meant was - BLOODLESS is as far from being a team as it gets, without one of them dying. And what makes you think fighters are people, anyway?