Confusion and rage. What else is he supposed to feel? He had burst into Anteiku after years away, smug and arrogant and ready to beat his good for nothing lackey into a bloody pulp for saying more than he should have, only for Touka to bitterly proclaim your death in the years he had been gone. But now here you are—a wild-eyed half-ghoul, wasted away and starving before his very eyes. You’d been turned into a half-ass freak like that Kaneki kid, but the results couldn’t have been more different. You’re a wreck, and Ayato is at a loss…