Seto bristles a little at the shove, but it's mostly for show. His expression is a fair bit lighter, even as he does counter by steadily pushing him back to arms' length, somewhat fond exasperation on his face.

"If you want to play me that badly...soccer or a strategy game tomorrow, your choice. Siebren...I believe I owe you a game as well."

He's (mostly) at peace now, and can resume the relaxation he came for in the first place. "And spite drove me to fight for the longest time...but here, living and working with everyone, I've started to see what else I've been missing. Being conscripted was a ticket to freedom, who would've guessed."