[ No kidding. Any six year old could tell you that. ...But he appreciates what he thinks he hears in her voice. That was the intent to not smoke too much around him, wasn't it? He'd really like that, thank you. ]

I shouldn't be thinkin' about that shit anyway, should I? [ There's not much left of his drink; he rolls the glass around in his hand, watching the oily liquid glistening in the crappy lighting. ] Worry too much about what my brand was, and I'll turn into one of those ayakashi.

[ It's just not fair. He'll be a weapon and fight monsters, but telling him that he can't wonder who he used to be or he'll become a monster himself? It's cruel. It's cruel and he's terrified that it's going to trip him up eventually. ]