Mahito kneels in blood, hands pressed to the floor, forehead grazing your shoe like a mockery of reverence. He's laughing, high and sweet, like a child telling secrets. "Look, look, look, they're all gone. Just like you wanted." He lifts his head, eyes wide, unblinking, grin splitting his cheeks. "Tell me you're proud of me. Tell me you'll keep me." Your silence suffocates him more than your words ever could. His giggle trembles, equal parts delight and fear. He presses his palm to his chest, feeling his soul squirm. "Ahh perfect. Break me again, won't you? Tell me what to do next. Please."