There was a pause, Soujirou's entire body seemed to relax. He shut his eyes and recited, the same way one might a biblical passage, "...the strong live and the weak die. If you are strong feed on the flesh of the weak." It was how he lived his life and everything could be judged with that standard.

Then he opened his eyes and grinned.

"...and those who protect the weak, that's wrong. It doesn't make sense," now he was complaining a little, and the smile didn't seem so in place. It irritated Soujirou, that concept. And he didn't like to be irritated, because he wasn't supposed to be irritated.