I won't tell him. [It's a joke, probably obviously, despite the dry delivery.] He'd be crushed. [In point of fact, he would probably take great offense and complain about it liberally: "Well! He must not be a very smart Midgardian. Not that any of them are, of course. Squandering their chance to worship me as their god and king..." (Rinse, repeat. Ad nauseum.)]

Anyway, orphans or runaways, maybe it really is all the same in the end. Maybe you and I just had two different ways of getting through the same thing. Well. Nearly the same thing. [Only it's also not. He already knows that it diverges as much as it overlaps.]

Personally, I was never much in for gangs. Probably why I never went in for working with pimps or at brothels either. But you lived in a kinda war, right? People kill in wars, 'n other people die in 'em. [Which is his way of saying that guilt and innocence are a matter of degrees, and he's not writing Ash off on that, however much he tries to get him to. He'd be a hypocrite if he did, given the way he knows that Hakkyuu's lived, taking money to kill.

He finishes his first drink, setting it aside. There's a pause in the mild look he's still leveling at Ash, and a measure of sarcasm in his answer that's equal to the one in Ash's question.]

Why, d'you need a therapy session? [Because he sure wasn't assuming. But if Ash wants to ask...]