Oh boy is he glad that someone else is annoyed by it all, too.

"Yeah, no kidding! I don't understand the point of half the rules we're supposed to follow."

As he talks, 9S walks towards the unclaimed bed and floats his sword forward so he can take the ill-ftting scabbard off it the copper yellow blade, the same ring of light keeping the sword aloft forming around his right wrist.

"I mean, if someone's there, doesn't it make sense to talk to them? Otherwise, what's the point?"