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Inside of a small, Japanese-themed dojo, a small, dark-skinned figure stands, a red hakama and kimono top adorning him. He watches the students practice, some with combat techniques and others with dance moves, on the tatami mats that occupy a space that couldn't be any larger than 20 feet by 20 feet. No matter the individual ideologies of the students, they each wield a sword. Lynod moves among them, pausing combat and coreography to adjust stances and sword grips.

The swordmaster appears displeased as he instructs his students, despite the gentleness of his words and omnipresence of his smile. There has been a cloud that has hung over him inside of this dojo ever since his admission to Setsushi, ever since he noticed the hypocrisy of his very position on swordplay in addition to the nastiness of his soul.

Maybe it's time to quit this and try to move on. It's a thought he's wrestled with many times throughout his career. Despite himself, he moves a calloused hand to wash over his face and then through his teal hair.

The sound of the sliding doors brings Lynod's attention to the Porcelain, and a grimace briefly peeks onto his face before it is replaced by an uneasy smile. While he treats him quite normally outside of the dojo, there is an obvious tenseness here, both in the air and on his face. Of course, after their conversation about Lynod's dark desires, the former warrior has shied away from the topic of swords and combat entirely.

At the Porcelain's question, Lynod pauses before his eyes move to those of his curious students. He bows lightly to them, his hands stiffly at the sides of his torso. As if controlled by clockwork, each of his students turn to him and perform the same formal movement. The sounds of swordplay are soon replaced by speaking as the students move to pack their training bags.

"I will see you all tomorrow!" announces Lynod, "If anyone needs something or has any questions, you know my cell number!" The students send a few thanks and playful jabs towards their master before he looks to Setsushi.

"Why would they be?" asks Lynod softly, his eyes moving to follow his disappearing students, "They know you are a talented swordsman. ... Of course, they don't know quite what you look like."

A faint smile crosses Lynod's face before it fades as he looks to the ground.

"What brought you here, Setsushi?" asks the human faintly.

And Lynod's eyes widen ever-so-slightly, his head craning upwards so he might view Setsushi. The swordsman gives his head a slight shake as regards his contemporary with a mixture of hesitation and anticipation.

"No," murmurs Lynod, "Why?"

Disappointment spreads across the human's features as he looks downward, his head nodding faintly. When he looks up once more, he smiles at the Porcelain warmly.

"Yes, I do," says Lynod, "What are you curious about, Setsushi?"

And even as he asks the question, he dreads the answer.

"... It depends on the two humans," says Lynod carefully, "However, the male tends to be the dominate one of the sexes; the rock, if you will. He must be there to support his wife who, traditionally, is seen as being more emotional than her counterpart."

Lynod frowns, his hands softly settling on his hips as he seems to carefully plot his next words.

"Unlike Porcelain, we do not form such strong bonds," explains Lynod, "Divorce is a very common action. People many times rush into marriage and are ill-suited to one another. At other times, the partners change to the point that they are unhappy with one another."

Lynod looks up at Setsushi, a smile again forming on his lips. "If a human relationship lasts, and is happy, then it is an exceptionally wonderful thing," says the human.

"It depends on the emotional connection," says Lynod after a long pause, "How strong they care for each other. Think... about friendship, Setsushi. It depends on how much you care about them and the factors surrounding that."

Lynod pauses for a moment, the smile disappearing from his lips.

"If she cares about you, Setsushi, she will remain true to you for a long time," says Lynod gently.

"Sexual attraction," says Lynod immediately as he folds his arms, "Typically, if you are to wed someone, you are attracted sexually to them. Of course, many unsuccessful relationships develop where there is no love, or friendship. People rush into marriage because of their youthful lack of foresight."

Lynod lets out a light sigh as he eyes Setsushi.

"What woman has your heart for you to ask all of these questions, Setsushi?" asks the swordmaster.