[It's part of human nature, he agrees. Mamoru barely has any recollection of when he didn't think about violence, injustice, anything that made people fight for and fight against. Only a rosy, halcyon blur in his mind that is quickly replaced with a tire screech.]

That's what people like me are for, I guess. [And 76, he supposes, but he knows that he doesn't need to say it.] To fight until they think they figured it out, then when they realize they haven't.