Enki looked up from where he'd ben staring at the floor, and rolled his eyes, face smoothing out from his unhappy expression into something slightly more sharp.

"He just doesn't like his subjects dying. He's kinda greedy like that. They're as important to him as his own body," Enki grinned and rolled his eyes, because even if the metaphor Shōryū liked to use was unsettling, that he viewed his people as his body, as vital to himself as his organs? That was one of the reasons why Shōryū most certainly was the King of En.

"He's a king, Suzaku," Enki shook his head, frown settled once more. "No matter what we kirin feel about it, a king, at least from their point of view, must be able to kill... I don't see why, though, but..." Enki shrugged. He was the kirin, not the king.