<sub>[ Never in his life had Akira wanted to kill someone so quickly. If he had his powers, it would be simple. A snap of his neck. Prying his jaws open until his entire body split into two, tortuously ripping skin and bones. He could breathe fire and burn him to a grim grave. He could tear his claws into his body and feed on his entrails; drink his blood like it was an afternoon cocktail. All of these are quite fiendish thoughts coming from the innocent boy that Ryo grew up with. He wasn't thinking clearly— the God of War that shared his body occasionally shared his desires with him, and right now he wanted to avenge the Makimuras and ultimately, avenge himself. He had sacrificed his body for nothing— humans prove to be not worth rescuing but what fueled their hatred and fear was what Ryo said on the television. What happened might would have happened anyway, but he's mad and wants someone to blame.

He doesn't say anything in regards to Ryo's explanation and takes him by the collar, his adrenaline able to lift Ryo off of the ground enough to place him in a corner, his back against one of the alley walls. Perhaps they make skin contact, but it's brief and Ryo will feel just a minuscule of the suffering he's going through. He cackles, but just for a moment. ]</sub>

Piece of shit! Don't play dumb with me, Ryo!

_{[ One hand still gripping his clothes, the other reels back and socks the other teen in the face. Another chance to feel those strong and dark emotions he bears. ]}

What are you--!? Are you going to eradicate this world too!? See if I care!

_{[ oh um.. bae is going crazy.. ]}