You think that? I've found people to be rather remarkable actually. Look at everything humans have created. Song, dance, poetry... [He smiles at Scaramouche, as if sharing a private joke.] Sake... Many of these things might not exist if there were no humans. Like a fire, we burn bright and brilliant for a time, then fade.

[When the immortal releases his hand, he draws it back into his lap, looking at the pink scarring covering his palm and fingers. His expression is somber, but still warm, still smiling.]

You've probably thought of all this before. I don't mean to belittle your thoughts, I just find that way of thinking rather lonely. The Shogun has similar thoughts of mortals.

[He spoke to her about her lack of empathy for mortal kind with venom to her face. The samurai doesn't have fear of offended Scaramouche by his honestly. Having his sentimentality pointed out only makes him make a sheepish giggle, and he reached his other hand to rub the back of his neck.]

I'm aware. I've been told it's unusual for a wanderer, but I've been told it's one of my finer points. At the very least, I would never miss a birthday.