Chika wasn't the type to lord it over someone either. Well, a few taunts after winning a fight, but that was different.

And the information was far more interesting and important than playing any game.

"Suppose I could fix things. Or cook, if there's a need in the lower ranks." He didn't know if they had proper food or what for those who weren't high enough.

"I'd be better off away from the high stakes- or most of the gambling games." He admitted. "Not unless I'm some sort of fight. And even then, I know I'll lose my head."

He grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't something he liked admitting, but Vil had already seen him panic over food. There wasn't much else that could be concealed at this point.

"It might be better- for me at least- to play the game. Maybe form a partnership with someone who knows what they're doing. We'll see."