Oh, shut up, [he says, and somehow, Nico's words haven't helped.] For one, I'm twenty, and I know the smart ass sirs when they come along. [The age difference, though it can sometimes appear to be wider, isn't that big between him and Hiro. Five years is nothing at this stage, and looking at Nico, sizing him up, it's just around the same. He isn't his father demanding respect.

Hell, he isn't even demanding respect. He's just angry.]

Y'wanna know what oaths mean to Hiro? From his own mouth, it took him less than a damn month to break the one he made to me. [Since June. Throughout all of his anger, he has never actually focused on that minute detail. But it matters now.]

Don't you think he'd find some way to wiggle out? I think he would. I'd bet on it. Of course ... [he slows down his speech here, rolling his shoulder up into the air.] He already knew he was doing it from the start. Cancelled it right out just by going with you.

Not so binding now, is it?

[Jason, for what it's worth, is well aware that binding oaths don't work that way.

But he's playing a game right now. Sprinkling seeds of doubt is important.]