More or less everyone. And the purer their spirit, the more likely he is to be a bit of a nasty bastard. He might do good, but he's burned and singed in his soul.

[It wasn't entirely true. he was actually kind to the few he cared for, but even then he could have the broad side of his tongue ready to go very easily. Very much an acquired taste as it came.

Her hand smoothed through Makoto's hair and she rested her forehead against her shoulder. The smile she had was a kind one, affectionate.]

Wanting to believe that isn't wrong. And both you and I, and Atsushi will be happy. I promise. I'm getting there and I hope you've found your happiness as well.