So it's genetic, [ Kim translates, musing on it. ] That's a heavy burden to carry by virtue of what's basically luck. [ Good or bad luck? It's hard to say. He supposes it depends on how happy Matoba is with his lot. He doesn't seem to be particularly moody, but Kim knows better than to judge someone on outside appearances. He remembers telling Harry once about how his name carried with it expectations of who he would be. That was the only expectation he carried. Lonely as that may be, it's also freeing.

His companion here does not appear to have had a choice in the matter. ]

You won't find any arguments from me. Everything about this is unnatural. [ He frowns out at the street. Every ayakishi he's met here has been human, in a way. He hasn't felt particularly threatened by them, and their demeanor down to the cantankerous shop owner, is not at all dissimilar to dealing with an ordinary person. ]

Would it be correct to say that you're like... [ He grasps for a better simile. He cannot find one. Kim is not a creative person. ] A police officer, for ayakishi? The ones I've met here seem to more or less stick to themselves. And I can't imagine you go around exorcising every one you see.

[ Unless they're all mischievous. This is completely new ground for him. ]