Takeshi dug in eagerly, tearing apart the cheap microwave dinner. Mouth still partially full, he gestured with his fork as he spoke. "Well, I guess you don't HAVE to fight monsters." He swallowed, making him a bit easier to understand, but continued to gesture with the utensil. "You don't have a contract or anything, so technically you could just forget about your powers and fighting monsters and all that. I wouldn't, though. I mean, this life might not look like much" -this was accompanied by a sweeping gesture toward the rest of the building -"but it is. . . fantastic. I don't know how else to describe it. Getting to wield this kind of power, building it up over time, fighting these monsters. . . Some people look for meaning throughout their lives, trying to find something real to do. With this, you save another person every time you drive away or kill a beast, if not dozens. I mean, what more can you ask for?"