He tried, not for the first time, to not let the distaste show on his face, to let the iciness creep into his tone. He reminded himself of the state of Amaurot, and whether this was even a worthwhile thread of conversation to pursue?

"Ridiculed openly? Not often. But treated, however politely, as lesser? Nigh constantly. You, I, Gazimon, Picodevimon. We all of us hear, feel, and think. Different... mayhap even vastly disparate in terms of martial or magical strength. But emotionally? Spiritually? We are equals. Even the Union would agree- they use the word 'partners' to describe us. What partnership can there be between Master and Servant?"

Something in Gazimon's expression shifted, as he listened. Nice words, but he had the vague impression that Taiki was about to start shouting, even though his tone was level and his expression even. "So, uh... you two... from the same place? That's, uh. That's neat. Neato burri-to. All kindsa stuff we got in common. You two from the same place. I got big ears, bunnyboy's got big ears. I'm a virus-type, so's PicoDevimon..."

Taiki's attention snapped to Gazimon, and he almost jumped. "I'm sorry, Virus-type? You're called viruses."

"You, uh... you got a mask. PicoDevimon's got a mask. Funny the way the world works. Is, uh. Is all."