[ well. he fancies he knows Exactly the type Monts is now: as flighty as his mentor, who would say the same sort of thing whenever he'd express any sort of sincere concern (rare now, not as rare in his childhood).

so he doesn't say 'don't joke', and is content to stay in the silence until Monts breaks it. a sidelong glance, and he turns his attention back to the path. ]

I didn't ask you about yours, so I didn't think you'd ask me about mine. [ bluntly. no enmity meant, but it's easy enough to see how some people might find Fushiguro difficult to talk to. ] ...It sensed your mark, and your mark sent it a sign not to mess with it. That's all.