[ Hiei has always felt odd about the term ‘team’, the same as he always felt odd about the word ‘friend’. At this point there’s no telling if it’s his own damages from how he had grown up or simply the implications of growing up a demon in the demon woods.

Either way, he answers with a non-committal grunt about being a good team. ]

It happens when you face down death more times than you can count with the same group of people.

[ he could somewhat count. At least four times, if he didn’t count rounds of the dark tournament individually. But still. ]

I think, though, the others had hoped for more peace than what they got.