Kamille snorted derisively. "Whoever said that Newtypes can understand each other better should be shot." He takes another sip. "All I can get from those two out of battle is emotions. You'd THINK that'd make things simpler, but it just makes things that much more awkward when you can feel the blackness choking your friend's heart and they're totally unaware of it." He sighed in resignation as he leaned back into his chair. "Honestly, I had an easier job of understanding oldtypes like you or the others than Haman Karn or Char Aznable." He looked into his tea. "There was... one Newtype I felt a stronger connection to than others, but she's dead now. Not even a real Newtype from what I understand."