[His back slams down against the rocky ground, knocking the rest of the wind out of him for a moment; he coughs, harsh and ragged, rolling over onto his side and curling up as he tries to push himself up on his hands, as he coughs and hacks and spits off to the side.]

[His chest rises and falls as he pants, though it's hard to see under all those heavy robes, and he slowly turns his head to glance his eye back up at Hien, at all the rage boiling out of him, at all of the hurt.]

[Kind people hurt so easily. They couldn't bear to close themselves off completely.]

[... Well. Neither could he.]

I'm not making fun of you, Hien-san, [He says quietly, privately.]

[He'd like to say. He'd like to tell him. But he keeps his tongue, and restores his little smirk.] It can see into your heart just the same as all of us, you know. It's reckless for you to be so easy to rile up when you're so insistent on making enemies.

[He doesn't mean the players.]

Learn to play your role or don't play it at all, Head Admin-san.