"They'll heal all on their own," he grumbled. "I don't want any help from these people." It was their fault he had the injuries. Letting them patch him up would be an indignity he simply refused to bear. He could still function perfectly well, if somewhat slower than usual. There was no need for any medical intervention.

"I didn't throw anything. You dropped it." Under some duress, true, but still. What sort of swordsman couldn't keep hold of an eating utensil. It wasn't his problem. ...okay, so maybe that line of thought was somewhat needlessly defensive, but Souji's complaining was just as frivolous, so he found it very, very hard to care.

"I am not feeding you." He ate the fruit off the end of his fork for emphasis. "You can figure out some way to feed yourself." Souji wasn't a child, as much as he seemed to enjoy acting like one. He was not going to coddle him when it came to breakfast foods.