Eh...fighting isn't really my thing, no, but it's something you gotta do, right?

[Subaru, you're eleven years old. And you look shy and weeby and nerdy, okay. Still, there's an inner strength to those words that has to be respected, somehow.

The next words that Subaru mutters to himself, however, are a bit odder.]

If they're anything like viruses...I think it'll be okay, probably...