[Admittedly, that's not an answer he was expecting, and Chikusa blinks before his expression turns thoughtful. Revenge... Somehow, in some way, that feels right. Feels true, familiar.]

[A firm nod.]

Revenge is good. But I don't have any need for that yet. [And the 'yet' feels more than a little bit like an inevitability. Well, he'll be prepared for it, at any rate.]

[For now, his eyes get drawn back to the cookie again.]

...Do you even know how many kinds of cookies there are...?