Eiji didn't reply immediately, but when he did, it was a stiff, re-enactment of his usual stifled reasoning. Muttered while staring into what was left in his noodle cup, the demi-human could only dully ask, "Why would I prefer something that wasn't the right course of action?"

Even now, he was too trapped in the cage of his own rationality, despite the lack of confidence in his voice. He'd never let himself even consider what he preferred emotionally when making his past decisions. Or if he had, it was only through a lens that could somehow justify it through a contortionist's knot of logic. As such, nothing came to mind...