"There are those who accomplish just that who still deserve to be removed from their positions...but I do agree." Homura studied Kyouya's smile, curious at a moment like this. Even for one so young, the god was certain that Kyouya's role in such a system was an active one. But from below, or above?

Homura had an idea, of course. And Kyouya's uninhibited claim confirmed it.

The man let out a quiet, delighted laugh as Kyouya spoke. The reason for Kyouya's presence had been fairly obvious from the start, at least to a man like Homura, who believed creatures should act in their own interest.

Within reason.

"Certainly. It was quite clear from your actions last night that none of you, save for your short friend, has received significant training, if you've had any at all." Homura certainly would have agreed that the game just grew much more interesting had he known Kyouya's thoughts. He leaned back in the chair, his pose very open and unafraid as he held Kyouya's gaze.

Would this boy have accepted godhood? Or would he have been one of the rare few who chose free will over immortality? For a fleeting moment, Homura wished he still had the ability so he could find out.

But he couldn't let what was now impossible distract him from the matter at hand. Certainly not when the young mortal before him seemed rather talented at the game.

"What exactly do you want from me, Ootori Kyouya...and what are you able to give?"