[Rin, Grave isn’t entirely sure what to do with you. In part, he’s exasperated, because he’s having to explain this and you’re just not getting it. Another part of him wonders if you’ve led so sheltered a life that maybe you really don’t get it. That whole ‘real’ innocence thing is pretty rare in his day and age, but it’s a possibility.]
 
One because it works and two because it’s the best there is. This isn’t your average smoke in your mom’s garage kind of bullshit, kid, this is the real deal. Anything worth having is worth working for… that’s one of the first things I learned on the street; and Zydrate? Zydrate is the best.
 
[Which was why he didn’t balk at all at the idea of what he did to harvest it. The people were already dead, after all, so what did they care?]