[Soubi doesn't know what to do. He wants to grab Ritsuka and pull him close, but he's forbidden to create such closeness. All he can do is watch helplessly at a growing distance. That he's fostering, that he has to foster. He tries to hold on to the memory of the sound of Seimei's orders, which still burn scorched paths through his mind and heart every time he hears them. Everything else is slipping away from his inner world. Ritsuka looks small and fuzzy, as if through a glass frosted in ice.]

You are and you will be, Ritsuka, but you're a child. You have to learn the way the real world works. [Soubi doesn't perceive any irony in this. For his world, the one he considers the real world, he is mature. Ritsuka, who is steeped in normal society, has yet to learn and develop into the one he was born for. But Soubi has had a luxurious taste of the sacrifice Ritsuka will someday grow into, and he isn't lying.] You will be, but you have to accept-- what I am. What fighters are.