... See me around a few times and you think you've got me pinned down, huh? You're like a freshman who takes one psych class and thinks he understands humanity.

[ Well. Baren isn't totally wrong. If anything, he's uncomfortably right. Yato's gameplan doesn't entirely make sense, and he's long realized that he's his own worst enemy. It was never much use getting angry at the world; it makes far more sense to get angry at himself.

But greedy? No. If anything, maybe he's gotten too complacent. He has friends worth more than any monetary fortune. The solitude of living on the street isn't so bad when he knows he has people who care about him. That sign on his back was right; he's happier now than he ever was living under a roof.

But none of that is Baren's business, really... Yato tosses the poncho onto a bench nearby, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and starts to walk off. ]

Pick up your litter.