[Kazuha likes to think that he'd be capable of dealing with Scaramouche should he need to, though the ache in his chest at the thought is alarming to him in itself. He has to stick by his principles, of justice, his code. He should buckle for no one.

Kazuha makes a displeased sound, though he's listening to Diluc. The other man is far more knowledgable about the Fatui than he is— in his wanderings, he's killed some, though not without them attempting to engage him first.]

You are well connected. I'm not surprised in the least.

[The samurai looks down to his tea, watching stray tea leaves at the bottom like he could decipher the answer to his feelings from it.]

After spending time at war, I've chosen to dedicate my sword to saving lives over slaying them. However, I've taken many lives and understand the necessity of it, for every samurai is a killer. There's nobility in the path you've chosen.

[He takes a sip of his tea, holding it in two hands to help calm the slight tremble in his right hand. He closes his eyes.]

I'm sorry to have brought up hard memories, Diluc. I have few friends, so your willingness to speak with me despite them I am grateful for.