[Another nod, as Makoto explains how he deals with things on his end. How he got better at handling things.To not deny himself, but to wait, to exercise a sort of patience, even for his hearts desire. It'd worked, honestly. Even if he told himself he could have something eventually, it had happened. He knows his friends penchant for wanting to consume, to tear and rip at flesh.

He'd waited, and he was rewarded. Proof of concept simple enough. Enough monkeys and enough typewriters, so to speak. And it could be the same for Kazuya and Abel too. They had an eternity on their side, after all. More than enough time to figure out the future and how to shape it. Or not.

Kazuya hums contemplatively.]

That might work. Though... I still don't want to be the kind of person who hurts others just because I can. Maybe just knowing there's a time and a place to get those kinds of urges out constructively would be nice.