Does anything ever fuss you over, you fuckin' unicorn— [ It's so annoying, what the fuck. He misses the implication of the tightened grip, the momentary surprise. ] Yeah, I heal. It's taking some getting used to.

[ It's fairly new, after all. The satisfaction of stomping the life out of Zenitsu's skull is no small thing, but the ability to heal that came after that, from the transfer of code from a recently-dead body to a new one? It's saved him more than once. He's not one to feel disgust for something so useful just because it came from someone he hates with every fiber of his being. ]

So who else in your friendship club does the same thing? You? Miller doesn't seem the type, he feels completely human. [ He's just assuming, of course. He hasn't tried to get a feel for Miller's mind yet, doesn't want to either. It feels wrong - hilarious as it may seem for the type of person Tetora's made himself to be. He's up on his feet in a graceless stagger, dusting off the seat of his trousers with the back of his hands - it'd be a waste of disinfectant otherwise, after all. ] Ugh, you're such a dick.