[ Chuuya isn't even trying, what a pal. But it's fine, because for once JJ isn't playing up his condition and whining for attention, mostly because he's fairly sure Chuuya would either hit him again or ignore him, so instead he just huffs and frowns. ]

Is that a bad thing? Would you want someone to live a life where they need to kill people?

[ He says it lightly, because the entire idea is surreal. Even following the terrorist attack and all the monsters they face after the drop, it just doesn't feel real. Chuuya's too normal to be a killer.

Even if he smokes.

Which JJ isn't going to stand for, pushing himself up so that he can swipe the cigarette before Chuuya can light it. ]

What are you doing? I'm an athlete. You can't poison my precious lungs with your secondhand smoke.