[ Inigo lets out a small sound. It's almost as if he's trying to say something, but it's too mumbled - grumbled? - for it to be really audible what he's saying.

He leans forward when Sizhui pulls back his hand, as if Inigo isn't embarrassed by the physical contact at all - because he's moving to lean against the other, Inigo's forehead resting on top of Sizhui's shoulder when he speaks up again. ]

Then it's a dumb rule.

[ Very eloquent, right. But its simplicity just means it comes straight from Inigo's heart, rather than all the fancy dramatic acts he puts up all the time. ]

It's one thing to strive to be good, but I won't forgive them if they're mean to you for doing something so small.