"I guess so. It just doesn't seem fair this way. Though trusting it to the people who made the mess wouldn't make much sense either..." he trailed off. He wasn't sure why the sudden investment in this issue, but perhaps it wasn't the entire issue so much as this person.
Their situations weren't the same, of course. Kiba had no idea what it was like to try to run a nation, to deal with such warfare; and Zuko didn't know what it was like to thought extinct, hunted, continually searching for a place that he was told did not exist time and again. But even so, the feelings involved in each of their situations could be likened.
One thing they did seem to have entirely in common, though, was dealing with things alone. Whether or not it was what they preferred, both had learned to operate that way.
As kept occurring to him, the two just seemed to have a sense of understanding for one another. It was not precise since they hadn't gone into all the details - and Kiba didn't plan to, on principal - but even still. He was sure Zuko could feel it on some level as well.
"From what I can tell," Kiba stated matter-of-factly. The gist he was getting from what Zuko told him was that the people before him had been the sort who wouldn't spare this kind of time with someone like him. That made Zuko entirely different. What could make it seem like that wasn't true?
At any rate, Kiba believe in his sense of intuition; he let it lead him plenty. And it was telling him that, if nothing else, this man would do his best; he was earnest in what he was trying to do. So with conviction, Kiba was able to say, "However things go, I'm sure you'll do your best. You're trying already, and having that kind of purpose is what gives someone a reason to live - something to do with their life."
No sooner had this been said than the food arrived. Kiba sniffed at it curiously - in as human a way as possible. It smelled good - much better than things he had scrounged up before.
"I think I owe you a thanks for this," Kiba said, not entirely sure if he'd been courteous enough to do so yet. And really, for once, he was allowing someone to help him this little bit with something - even just food. He let his expression soften some, into a bit of a smile.
Despite his pride, he thought he owed those few words to this man. Mankind might still not be in his favor, but he had learned that there were those exceptions who proved themselves different. This seemed to be one of them.
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