Of course they wouldn't, because they're idiots. They want to take what they can get.

[ He doesn't hesitate to insult his underlings.

Though the other may feel Nishikiyama gazing at him, Mine's eyes are still fixed on the freeway, perhaps seeing beyond what the blue road signs present. The opportunities, the potential of what could be; still, the patriarch's resistance meets him. Betraying prediction, Nishikiyama finds he's unable to follow Mine's next train of thought. The question catches him off guard. ]

...I'm not looking. Not for anybody.

[ Again.

His fingernails curl against one of the armrests beside him. A point is made clear: Nishikiyama will not actively seek anyone out. He can't bring himself to leave it at that, though. Pupils falling to the gas meter, leveled carefully at the speed limit, Nishikiyama voices one fleeting thought aloud. ]

But maybe that's just a really fucked up way of saying I'd want someone to show me I'm wrong for it.

[ He's said too much. He knows it immediately when the words are left hanging in the air like a sliver of vapor. ]