[Diluc's expression shifts immediately. The relatively calm and almost open look he had been wearing when he sat himself down and asked that question darkens, like a candle being snuffed out, and as if to avoid letting Kazuha see too much of it he stands up immediately and moves to where the kettle is slowly beginning to steam.

He keeps his back to the samurai and he lightly grips the counter with one hand, tapping one fingernail against it.]

Nothing good can come of association with the Fatui, Kazuha.

[It's like night and day (or perhaps day to night would be a more appropriate comparison), with Diluc's voice having gone quiet and level if only to force any shake of emotion out of it. He doesn't turn around, but shakes his head.]

They seed destruction and death wherever they go. Everything they touch turns to ruin.

[Perhaps... Perhaps Kazuha had underestimated the depth of his feeling when it came to the Fatui.

Though it's not just that. The fact of the matter is that he has met the two individuals that the samurai speaks of and his inability to be able to hate them as strongly as he wants to is something that both confuses and deeply troubles him. He hasn't spoken of it to anyone and he doesn't wish to speak of it here either.

His friend would find no positivity with regards to the Fatui when it came to Diluc Ragnvindr.]