The more Lloyd learns about this world and it's twisted, built-to-be-abused power structure, the more convinced he becomes that something needs to be done to put an end to it. The idea of Flesh Eaters horrifies Lloyd - not because the name is, yeah, frankly horrible - but because he understands why a blade would want to become one, even at the risk of their own health. Who would willingly want to sign up their lifespan to a driver they can't choose? For the chance of possibly having a kind driver who cares and wants them to know that?

"That's... awful," Lloyd breathes out in a kind of morose laugh, the disgust at the fact that blades feel like they have to go this far for true freedom plain on his face, in the way his lips pull back into a grimace. "I understand why they wouldn't have to have drivers - this system is so fucking broken against blades, but. God, that's - Why would anyone hate them? They want freedom, they just. That's cruel, making them suffer alone!"

His voice raises a little at that last line, and he shoots Sheena a look that reads like did you know about how fucked up this is? before he continues with his rant. "Blades don't get the choice to pick who drives them, who uses their powers and how, and then people get mad when blades try to gain that freedom? That's fucking disgusting. This sucks. This whole system sucks and needs to be overthrown."