Pitcher was the purest thing to exist in Batter's eyes, and that was a fact.

He'd tear out every bit of this world, inside and out, all for them. For Pitcher.

He was bleeding from his head, arms... Legs... He was just... A mess.

And yet, he still stood tall amongst the mound of bodies underneath him...

Though, he only purified all of these Spectres because he was angry... He knew it would be wrong to fall in love with his partner...

Yet, he could Really care less.