[There’s a snicker and almost a sneer, a hint of who he is truly beneath the smile- but just a hint.]

You can’t think I would live for five centuries and somehow avoid the calamity of war?

[another sip of his tea as he continues. Of course a human would think war is terrible. They’re weak and fragile things, filled with fear.]

Though, that’s something I admittedly leave for humans to sort out. [After he fans the flames of course, but he can leave out his little hobby of sowing chaos and unrest in Inazuma.] The end result will be inconsequential to me. Humans will forget about it in a century or so and move on, and it’s not as though I’m bound by their laws.