[The rush for Hiei is insignificant and fleeting. He craves, as he always has, something bigger, something more dangerous. Higher stakes. A rival. Someone who can draw his blood. That's what ramps him up.

Surely Sakyo can commiserate, on a smaller scale.

After a moment, he turns around to face Sakyo while sliding one hand into a pocket. Theatrical and arrogant, as if doing something so flashy was like flicking dirt off an arm.]

You're the one who always wanted a show. The last one you craved you paid for with your life. Care to make it a habit?