[Though his eyes lack judgement, the coldness of it all is enough for Kazuha to place that upon himself instead. He knows he's a fool, and he wonders what his dear friend would think, what he'd say.]

The tea, Diluc.

[The samurai's voice is soft. The nobleman across from him has been restless since this conversation started, moving between the table and the kettle while Kazuha kept his head bowed low. He lets the masterless Vision settle on the table.]

I have considered I am just being played with and will be discarded as soon as soon as my apparent entertainment value has run out.

[Is his value of himself so low that he'd allow it to happen anyway? Kazuha has considered this too, on the thought of chasing present happiness rather than what may happen in the future. He looks up again, but his eyes flick back down as he pinches the Vision from the table, instead deciding to restlessly thread it back onto his shoulder, where it belongs.]

Why do you think I won't act upon your advice? I attacked the Balladeer the moment I realized what his nature was. I admit it was impulsive of me. It was also the first time we manifested kizuna between each other.

[Kazuha hadn't expected mercy, yet he received it. Looking back, it was maybe because the other feared damaging the gnosis he'd swallowed without thinking.

As he tightens the knot, holding the Visions in place, he looks back up.]

Dottore has hurt you personally.