Then you are a shinki?

[Yes, Kija: yes, he is--

[You can probably work out the rest from that.

[And that is rather troublesome, is it not? Because - well, he had not much cared to think on the inevitability of that. There is a distinct difference between a servant and a shinki, the one being a lot more akin to what the Four Dragons were to the Princess than to someone who... oh, swept the floors, maybe. Did the laundry. Cooked. Having someone to do the cooking - well, that was no trouble at all; it was even rather pleasant. Having someone around to whom he was what the Princess was to him--

[It troubles him.]

I think--

[He breaks off. Why is there absolutely no good way to voice what it is he is feeling? Yes, I am a God-- it is ridiculous. And far, far above his station. Yes, he is Hakuryuu, but then so was his father. They were, when it came down to it, still men; they could bleed, they could be incapacitated or killed. They were fallible.]

Well. This may sound odd, but... do you feel as if you should be here? I - well, there is definitely something of that sort, for me.

[It might not be emphatic enough, not after the way that blood calls to blood--

[But it's there. It is definitely there. And that is worrying, too.]