Eight prefers his conversations to the point. If Haizea wanted a conversation, she'd have to cut this short and find one of the others. Otherwise she was in store for nothing but the bullet notes of Eight's experiences.

"Convincing fighting dummy." He answers, wrapping about a dozen answers into a three-word explanation. Convincing to who? Protector? The world? One of those, probably. Fighting? Fighting how? With a weapon? Fists? Dummy sandbags? How vague. Dummy? What, did he take it out of a clothing store?

Good luck interpreting that one, Haizea, he knows what he means so she should too.