Xenk hums, understanding well how denial can't hide the truth of their actions. In Xenk's case, his Maker lauded the fact that he never injured Xenk. He didn't need to. That was the reason he'd kept his parents around, after all. He believed himself above all, humans and vampires, and was old enough to back up those beliefs.

He also believed he'd sown loyalty from cruelty, but Xenk rather proved him wrong. As for Satoru's question, it cuts him deep. Not in any way he wishes to show, but Xenk furrows his brows as he considers an answer. There's no point in denying it, really. He's already seeing Satoru's past—it is fair to share how he feels.

"I do," he answers, calm and pensive. "I know I am like him, for he shaped the person I am." He doesn't sound thrilled about it, but he knows he's like his maker in more ways than he'd like. Denying it or pretending won't change that. He can take only the good and the bad, (even if there really wasn't any good, objectively. Xenk disagrees.)

"I have tried to do better," which is true, even if in practice it hasn't gone well. It's not something he'd admit outside of a dream, perhaps, but since he didn't have a great base to start with, his experience with novices has been... well, bad. "Unlearning and identifying the damaging lessons from those with valuable is a rigorously slow process."