[Kagari's eyes widen sharply at that confession, clenched jaw going slack for just a moment in shock. He knows that tone she's using, too; the flat emptiness of a person who's been through the kind of hell where there's nothing that could happen to them that would be more miserable than what they've already lived through. Kagari's own suffering is of a different character than Sansa's, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand.

Some part of him still wants to argue that it's different, that he's nobody and never was, and she shouldn't waste her time. But he can't.

He stares at the ground.]

Duty is bullshit.

[Kagari doesn't really think much of concepts like that. There were obligations, things you had to do in order to survive, like being an Enforcer had been for him, but ... he wasn't the type of person who did things out of a sense of moral rightness.]

...But I'd do anything for my friends from home if they were awake, so. If you feel that way about me, I guess there's nothing I can say about that.