[Honestly, Noah's never been a fan of Dito, so going in that direction makes him nervous until he sees that this room is very sunset-coloured and nice and not at all... Dito-ish. He sinks down into one of the chairs and sips at his tea carefully, hesitating to answer the question at first.

Too many complicated emotions, he supposes.]

...yeah. I mean— it's not like I'm a good person either, I just... wish others could be? If that makes sense. Murder is mostly pointless. It just feels like a waste at this point. Why are we still doing this?

[It's a nebulous "we". "We" as in everyone in the school, not necessarily him and Maple.]

If this is just a test from that God in the forest shrine, I'm sick of it.