A quiet, resigned sigh.

“Imagine you undergo absolute hell for years. Bones broken, mended, then broken again… trained for a specific purpose and it’s very likely the training itself may break your mind and body.”

He’d pause before continuing.

“And then you succeed, you became an Executor, and find catharsis in being the tool you were raised to be at the expense of your enemies at the expense of being a normal person with a decent understanding of emotions and the like.”

A glare.

“And then your guardian, because he -knows- it’ll drive you to madness… sidelines you, tosses you an assignment every great once in a while but you’re on a leash having to socialize when you had that beaten out of you… and that among other things is why I don’t see Kirei in a pleasant light.”

“…Gilgamesh because he’s a spoiled brat who would toss food aside over and over until I somehow managed to get it to his standard… and even then he’s wandering about golden and naked, throwing the word mongrel around to the point I actually thought it was a term of endearment and mistakenly called Tohsaka it.”

Allowing that to marinate for a moment he’d pinch the bridge of his nose.

Y e p.

“Needless to say… she was not amused.”