[ Six thousand years... there's something off, if humans became like myths or gods, if he doesn't really know what humans are really like, if they've never met the people they're protecting. Humanity should be saved. On the whole, people deserve happiness and to be safe, but Shinobu isn't so naive to think all humans are good. She knows they're not.

(Demons were once human even if they are no longer.)

Still, he's honest, and she can't hate him. ]

How could you not, you say... [ Her voice is soft, pensive, and she looks off into the distance at snow that hasn't been touched yet: white, pristine, pure. ]

I'm thankful that you're willing to help, that you want to know more, but I can't help but wonder if it's how you're made, can you change?

[ Does he have free will? She doesn't know his faint bitterness. ]