"No," Kisuke answers, hat still clutched in one hand, halfway to his head as he lowers it again, a wry smile spreading across pale features, washed out in the light without the shadow usually planted over them. Tired gray eyes beneath heavy lids, framed with thick hair.

"That was never really my vocation. And at any rate, I no longer deserve to wear that uniform. I was exiled from that place. For the last one-hundred and sixteen years. For the crimes of illegal research, the use of forbidden spells, and the deception and injury of my fellows. For my crimes, I was banished to the living world indefinitely."