[He's mostly just repeating the best advice he's gotten by this point, because dealing with all of this is nuts and confusing and ten kinds of annoying and bad... But he nods a little anyway, and smiles down at Souji.]

That's what I think, too. It's kinda hard to believe it sometimes, but it's better than the alternatives, right?

[The alternatives being-- well. Accepting not being their genuine selves, which seems like a disservice to all their years of life.

There's a laugh at that, though.]

Eh, seriously? There are a whooole lot of us who used to use swords. It's kinda funny, actually.

[He carries his own with him now almost everywhere he goes. Sometimes at his hip, sometimes tucked away in a bokuto bag to be more discreet, like it is now.]