There isn't anybody who's exactly like Hinata-kun. [There's a bit of softness to that, in spite of himself.] There's nobody like you, either. It's easier for people like you and Hinata-kun to talk about choice. When it's someone like me--!

[He looks away. As much as he instinctively tries to deny what Makoto's saying, it's not as if the words have no impact. He wraps his arms around himself, squeezes tight enough he can feel it in his mechanical limb, then holds out a hand.]

Rock paper scissors. Then we'll know.

[Except against Hinata, he's never unintentionally lost.]