"They..." His eyes widen, and he sits up very, very straight all of a sudden. The last monster who didn't live with them was Seven, and god knows what that kid has been through in the last forty years. He's suddenly horrified at the idea that the Protector has Eleven too, his whole body tensing up.

"A-are they like Seven? Have you ever even spoken to them?" He speaks very quickly, shifting to push himself to his feet. Someone is about to go run off and challenge the Protector to a duel for a monster. He cannot deal with the idea of another one of them suffering like that.