Libra, of course, had started this situation purely out of the anger he couldn't push aside anymore. His temper had always been something that he'd tried to keep in check and failed miserably with, sometimes even when it came to being around his superiors. He also didn't expect that Yamada would swear loyalty or praise him or speak positively of him at all. False confessions meant nothing, but he was intent on letting the boy know how serious he was about this. Though sometimes, Hayami knew that even hearing a lie would make him feel better. It was the way Gamou had always kept him in line, after all. Hayami was sure the man didn't care for him at all other than what good he could do at his job.

Giving up for now, Libra took a step back and moved to deactivate his switch, though barely a second passed before he changed his mind, shifting his appearance instead. He wouldn't run just yet. He trusted his reaction time enough around Yamada, though he acknowledged that it could easily be a mistake.

"I believe that will do for now." The voice sounded just as familiar as Hayami's, but it was completely different. If there was no one else to copy, it only left Hayami one choice. As he walked around Yamada's side, he kept one arm across his stomach, the elbow of his other arm resting on his wrist as he gave the boy a small smile. How strange it must be to see a mirror image of oneself, the finer air of them clearly unfamiliar.