"Sure, whatever you say." Though essentially, according to his world, yes he is a human. However, he doesn't care for semantics. He cares for his elbow on the boardwalk railing so he can prop his chin on it and continue to look out. "Because they're defenseless morons. People who can't take care of themselves live in fear."

Too bad if its rhetorical, it has a good answer.

"It's everyone for themselves here unless you fit into their cookie cutter, or someone else's." Tomura's eyes scan up on that stapled face and he huffs, amused. Topic change. "You held together by those or are you just edgy?"