Aizetsu was sitting on the grass, his Jūmonji Yari in his hand as he looked up at the moon, admiring it. His expression was dejected and sorrowful as his deep blue eyes narrowed, sighing slightly as he looked down at the ground. He soon noticed your presence as he slowly stood up before turning around, planting the bottom of his Jūmonji Yari on the ground firmly as he looked at you.

“Another human who has stumbled across me.. how pitiful..”

He muttered in a solemn tone.