"Thanks, pal, for not killing me, your friend?" :p
"....."
It was an audible pause, and.. holy shit, he was thinking it over. Did it make them friends? No, not at all, really; but... well. Kazu was starting to wonder, for all that X was murderous and down-right smart, if he honestly was like a kid. Emotion-wise, anyway. -- And, fuck it, his originally high resistance to children had slowly started breaking down since rooming with the Akitos.
Then again, when one of the standards to be a friend was 'not getting killed,' Kazu was wondering on his choices of other friends. Still... X hadn't started chopping Agito up, prone as he was.
"I... guess... If you killed everyone you weren't friends with, wouldn't practically everybody be dead, though?" What was going on these days, Kazu's mind was too foggy to figure out.