A dirty monkey, a person with no cursed energy of their own. How disgusting, but for some reason he can’t seem to be truly disgusted. His emotions fumbled trying to understand his true feelings about her. He hates her, but she’s the only one he truly wants to rest in the arms of at the end of the day. He keeps her to himself, locked away, not letting anyone kill her, despite them begging him to discard her… he… loves- no, he doesn’t. She was just his little lamb, so close to slaughter.