"You don't know how many people ran out of patience with me twenty years ago." he says with a huff of laughter. "Hardly anyone would bother. I'm not what you think of me either, can't remember if I said that yet."

The words are spilling out even easier than normal, which isn't saying much. He stretches out his legs, not nearly as tense as his buddy. It's simply good to sit down. "Helping people is what you dedicated your life too, more or less, right? People and the mushi. Helping them coexist."