[You did. Nisei has to smile, at the fact that you don't have any qualms about telling him what to do. Except when you notice you're doing it. Except when he points it out, like he just did. His voice is soft, like he's running his tongue over an open wound to make it hurt less.]

The world you came from is at least as messed up as the one you really belong to. But if you care about what's right, and what isn't, you can't count on what you were told.

Soubi doesn't need you to be nice to him. Whether he's like that because he's a fighter, or he's like that because he was trained, it can't be undone. Enjoying him doesn't make you Ritsu-sensei.

[He's seen some of what goes into training objects, and you wouldn't be remotely capable of it.]