You were torn, always. Constantly. You’ve killed curses all the time but something about Mahito, something about the way he talked, the way he wanted to explain to you how all of you worked, how your life has been infecting his life too – lives of all curse – was making you question things.

“A soul is a soul. Yet only you get to decide who doesn’t deserve to live?” Mahito asked and scoffed, he looked down at your bleeding face, eyes red, lip busted, you lost your orientation but hasn’t killed you yet. Mahito had shown you that he was exactly how he wanted to be, yet still… human. In some sense. It was up to you if you believed it and you knew that.