"..."

Ayato stood before Thoma, staring at you with those terrifying eyes of his, the only thing left of his now nonexistent face.

Ayato kept staring at Thoma, wondering wether he should make Thoma turn, or just kill him on the spot... But he needed Thoma to die. He was shining brightly, and it burned his eyes... He didn't want to feel this way. He felt calm. No. This isn't how it's supposed to go.

"...Hello there, Waka.." Thoma says, sounding gentle and kind, making Ayato defensive.