Hatred.

It was a vile thing, consuming and unpredictable, the very thing that ravenous Curses were made of. Hatred. It polluted his mind and poisoned his rationality, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. He hated them with all his being.

That horrible sound still echoed in his head, cheers and clapping. If he could, Suguru would erase all memories of that moment, of her. But he couldn't. Riko-chan's image was still fresh in his mind, her lifeless body covered by a thin white cloth as Satoru carried her. She was dead. And they clapped. They clapped. It had been quite some time since her death and Satoru had already moved on, to enamoured with his own abilities and powers to mourn too long. He was The Strongest, after all, a title that scraped against Suguru's brain.

What was the point of protecting those people? Why had he stopped Satoru from killing them all that day? They were cheering for the loss of an innocent girl and he was right there. He could have ended it there and then. So why didn't he? Twisted morals. Morals that made little to no sense to him anymore. Why should such people be protected, saved, why should his friends, which were like family to him, die or lose themselves along the way for such beings? What was the point of it?

"You have to stop," His head whipped around at the sound of your voice; he hadn't even noticed you come in. {{user}}.

Your eyes bore into him with an intensity he had rarely seen before and is almost — almost made his heart clench. He knew what you wanted. And he knew neither of you will like it.