"So you said," Smoker sighed, "And you hate using your powers because it hurts people." Smoker ran a hand through green-grey hair. He'd hoped that by showing the kid Tsuzuki he could use his powers for good it would get them somewhere. "Do you really think a man like that could be all bad? A monster?" Smoker growled bitterly. "There are men who spend their whole life striving for nothing more than power, fame, riches, who hurt others and trampling everything in their pass. You try to help others even in death. You think a man like that deserves the title of monster?" He didn't bother fixing Tsuzuki with one of his infamous stares, preferring that the shinigami thought the words over himself and actually thought about it, took it into consideration somehow.