The people who were always watching me, before. If I behave poorly, or break a rule, they come out to scold me, or mete out a punishment.

[Souma says this matter-of-factly. He walks over to the spot that he supposes Altair sleeps in. He lies down beside it on the floor, looking for a blanket. Hmm, his outer robe will have to do. Souma shoulders it off and prepares to spread it over him to sleep.]

It is getting late, friend. You ought to get some sleep, or you will be tired on the morrow.