Oz stared into his glass, deep in contemplation. "You, nor any NEKO, can deny the purpose of your creation." He said, and placed his hand over Kon's. Initially, Oz saw it as a tangled, messy issue but the more thought he's given it, the more he understood. "And you want purpose. To have someone to care for."
Everything behind the creation of NEKOs, their uses and designs, was vile. Oz would never budge from that view, but he could deeply emphasize with Kon. Speaking of reality and living it were two separate things. "I would be lying if I said I had not thought of that issue. However," He locked eyes with Kon, "So long as I can make you happy then I give a rat's ass about what they think.
"Other people do not live your life. Only you can life your life, and find your happiness."