That's what makes you a good person. You hold back on yourself because even if you want to hurt people, you don't want to hurt them at the same time. I've seen it in the way you hold yourself back from enjoying what you want. When you asked me if I was really sure you wouldn't kill me. You're not really a murderer, Makoto.

[And he smiles for that, resting his head in his hands as he watches the other young demon. Where then, had Kazuya lost his humanity completely? It had never been something he'd thought about, but maybe it'd somehow happened the first time he'd summoned a demon, the ferocity in which he'd fought, and almost lost his life with. All to protect his friends.

Truthfully, what he mostly remembers had been rage. Had been hate. A need to kill to protect what mattered most to him.

He also remembers deciding that Keisuke was important to save because Atsuro and him had been close friends, and he'd wanted to protect that smile more than any true inclination to protect another person.

How terrible.]

What keeps me from hurting people, even now, is knowing that my friends would be sad if I did that. Truthfully, I've actually almost killed someone here already. Thankfully he's pretty good at defending himself, and I wasn't really in my right mind.