[ Good. They're getting somewhere, even if that's only Jugram yanking on the reins hard enough and repeatedly enough to get a human teenager to take even one step back—especially this one. The Kurosaki he's observed is stubborn, so blinded by his own sense of obstinate morality that he had begun to doubt if he was even capable of questioning where those feelings came from. ]

Our very existence is a threat to them and their power over the realm of the living. We are a people who don't view monsters that kill with such leniency, and we do with them what is needed to protect those who are still alive. [ He chooses not to delve into the more abstract, the feelings of what a culture is and the commonalities between himself and those under his command and the civilians under their watch—Kurosaki's not interested in that, has no investment in it. It means nothing to an outsider, gemischt though he may be by birth. He is, fundamentally, a human, no matter his parentage or abilities. ] His Majesty envisioned a world without the pain and fear of death--without death, there is neither use nor kingdom for the shinigami.