Shoto stares a little bit into the distance. He's listening but he has a habit of doing that when he's thinking. He can't really speak to the reality of having to fend for himself, he's still a student, his parents take care of that. In some respect.

"I am not weak." Shoto answers, deadpan, but his fingers curl into a fist at his side. That's a sore topic.

"I don't believe they do."