"Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't think you meant that entirely literally." Wishful thinking, he supposes. Based on his manner of speech, Luvander seems like someone who might, well, not embellish deceitfully, but make things sound more grand with figures of speech. Kariya's been living in America for years now, but it will never be his first language, and colorful speaking tends to throw him off. At the truth, he looks deeply sad. He knows about children fighting, and his father did attempt to bully him into that kind of behavior, but, well, nothing had worked out for either him or his father, but especially not for Kariya. Children in combat, that's just horrible.

"It's not a problem at all," he says earnestly. "I'm always happy to help." He smiles again, because he is always glad to be of some use, in ways big or small. He walks a little faster, taking the lead.

"We should get to know each other better, when this is over." Because it will be over, and everyone will be fine! He's just going to keep telling himself that. "I'm one of the counselors here."