"Youkai, and most supernatural society isn't particularly concerned with the preservation of 'civility' as by human standards. It would be difficult to imagine, anyway," said Iwata, leaning back on his desk, legs stretched ahead of him. "I won't go into extremes, but let's put it simply: humans are a single species. Youkai, monsters, godly and demonic beings are easily hundreds. Some are born with a biological imperative to, say, nip your shadow and steal away a little bit of your joy. Some do the opposite. Some simply have a biological imperative that means anything else just... has to go. The long and short of it is that it's a miracle things actually go on in some reasonably amicable manner."

Iwata turned his eyes up to the ceiling. "Guess it goes to show that, at the end, progress and constructive thinking-- getting along, to put it simply, is such an appealing option that it even overcomes even the most pressing of biological and spiritual needs to act destructively." He paused. "Most of the time, anyway... thankfully. Everyone just wants to get on with their lives. And if you put aside the whole argument of species, humans may not be all that different."

He lingered in this thought for a moment, eyes gleaming with a hint of deep thought, and a crease on his face indicating just a bit of conflict from it. He pursed his lips. "And yet, undeniably... there's a sort of... purity to it, isn't there? No beating around the bush, no lies, just a terrible kind of violent honesty."