Her frown almost made him chuckle: he had an idea what her thought was. He would neither confirm nor deny it because technically he was in a gang of sorts - almost all ghouls were, but it was entirely unrelated to his tattoos.

“I agree, but social views are slow to change and people will always have something to be afraid of. I got them knowing full well the consequences.”

Uta noted the scars - trophies from someone who fought for something they believed in, surely - but he made no move to ask about them. She could tell him if she wished, or she could not.

“I must admit that it has been nice to be able to travel to places where it seems to matter little.”