Tir'an remembers how harshly Agurith took Hiruko on during his rehab training when Nikita asks the latter to train him in melee combat.

Agurith: Hiruko was a... let's say, special case. Surely not a nut I couldn't crack, but it was a rather... well, trying time teaching him anything, because he had an attention span reaching from the wallpaper to the wall beneath it. So, before anything, I had to teach him to pay attention.

Tir'an: Yeah, by handing him his flat ass on a silver platter.

Agurith: Correct.

Tir'an: You legit tortured him!

Agurith: I'm a trainer, not a charity. If you want a charity, go to fucking church. I'm not here to sugarcoat shit, I'm not Willy Wonka. Besides, I don't take useless feedback from people who don't even use my services.