[ . . . . . he sighs.]

You wanna use me, right?

[well. he supposes he couldn't expect anything less from takeru. he doesn't even sound like he minds that much. he lets his head fall back against the cupboards as he thinks about it.]

Molly-san. White-san. Harrowhark-san. Yuel-san. Ashiya-san. Luca-san. Omi-san. Others, probably.

I think I can get along with anybody that isn't Vira-san or Medb-san. [those ties went to die pretty much immediately] So I'll leave them to you.