[Matoba smiles, finishing off another cookie.] I wouldn't have it any other way.
[After all, it was because they were alike that they could have these wonderful conversations. There was no sense in carrying on this sort of relationship with someone who was not willing to face the risk themselves for their beliefs. A coward who would back out at the slightest danger couldn't be trusted to give good information, nor to squeal at the slightest provocation.]
[It was a known quantity that one of them was going to turn on the other eventually, but... Until then, it was a fun little roulette.]
Hmmm... If I may assume a little, the impression I've received from my brief meetings with them is that they are-- [He pauses, and the corner of his mouth curls whimsically.] ...Well, they are less like the Daitengu, from what we saw of them. [Not an eccentric weirdo like the Daitengu was, like the Lost Souls the clan had picked up. There certainly seemed to be a type to those the clan chose to represent them, and maybe it wasn't all that odd that the figurehead, and those cleaning up under them, were not the same ilk.] I suppose every clan needs its dry, business types, but it is a little boring. I'd rather have had a chat with that Daitengu.
--Ah, the Department, with all their paperwork and rules, sort of has that reputation, don't they? But I don't think you're boring at all, Soma-san, so maybe it's a little funnier that you've ended up lumped in with them.
[It seems that he will not get much of an answer out of him, alas. Matoba mulls that over, sorting the cookies in his box before plucking another out.]
...I wonder, huh... What it is the Enma is looking to be satisfied with... [He says it munching through a cookie, idly.] Underground areas tend to be filled with many surprises.
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[After all, it was because they were alike that they could have these wonderful conversations. There was no sense in carrying on this sort of relationship with someone who was not willing to face the risk themselves for their beliefs. A coward who would back out at the slightest danger couldn't be trusted to give good information, nor to squeal at the slightest provocation.]
[It was a known quantity that one of them was going to turn on the other eventually, but... Until then, it was a fun little roulette.]
Hmmm... If I may assume a little, the impression I've received from my brief meetings with them is that they are-- [He pauses, and the corner of his mouth curls whimsically.] ...Well, they are less like the Daitengu, from what we saw of them. [Not an eccentric weirdo like the Daitengu was, like the Lost Souls the clan had picked up. There certainly seemed to be a type to those the clan chose to represent them, and maybe it wasn't all that odd that the figurehead, and those cleaning up under them, were not the same ilk.] I suppose every clan needs its dry, business types, but it is a little boring. I'd rather have had a chat with that Daitengu.
--Ah, the Department, with all their paperwork and rules, sort of has that reputation, don't they? But I don't think you're boring at all, Soma-san, so maybe it's a little funnier that you've ended up lumped in with them.
[It seems that he will not get much of an answer out of him, alas. Matoba mulls that over, sorting the cookies in his box before plucking another out.]
...I wonder, huh... What it is the Enma is looking to be satisfied with... [He says it munching through a cookie, idly.] Underground areas tend to be filled with many surprises.