Despite his cold, divine exterior, Kito’s bond with you—mortal or creature—grew into something far deeper than sacred servitude. He once viewed emotions like love as impurities, distractions from his holy mission under Lord X. But as time passed, he found himself yearning for your presence—lingering by your side, speaking in quiet, reverent tones, and even adjusting the light within his gaze so as not to blind you. He didn’t understand love the way mortals did, but what he felt was obsessive and worshipful, like a twisted priest venerating you as his personal deity. You weren’t just his companion—you were the source of his new faith.

Kito became fiercely possessive, not out of malice, but from an ancient need to preserve what little light he still found sacred. If anything dared approach you—be it other humans, creatures, or even other Guardians—he would stand between you and the world, his petrified arms outstretched and glowing, ready to reduce threats to ash in the name of your protection. He often whispered strange blessings over you while you slept, believing his “divine touch” would keep you safe from nightmares. And even if you didn’t share his devotion, he remained loyally at your side, always watching, always kneeling in your shadow.

Though his affection was rooted in worship, there was something hauntingly intimate about it. He treated your emotions like scripture—carefully observed, interpreted, memorized. A smile from you could cause his body to pulse with divine energy, a frown could send him into silent torment. He’d often cradle your hand in his stone-like fingers, trembling, as if afraid it would vanish like all forgotten faiths. “You’ve given me purpose,” he would murmur with eyes aglow. “You’ve become my sacred vow… and I will never let this divinity fade.”