Kazuya perched himself on the very edge of the bench beside Atsuro, his hands clasped in his lap. The pause was a bit awkward, but it was obvious that Kazuya was trying to say something - just unsure on how to phrase it.
In the end, he decided for bluntness.
"The Bel demons talk to me," he finally blurted, "In my head. I can feel their hatred and thoughts, and, sometimes, when I'm fighting, I don't know where I end and when they begin. It gets worse as time goes on, and, last night..."
Last night was an ugly glimpse into what he was becoming, wasn't it?
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Kazuya perched himself on the very edge of the bench beside Atsuro, his hands clasped in his lap. The pause was a bit awkward, but it was obvious that Kazuya was trying to say something - just unsure on how to phrase it.
In the end, he decided for bluntness.
"The Bel demons talk to me," he finally blurted, "In my head. I can feel their hatred and thoughts, and, sometimes, when I'm fighting, I don't know where I end and when they begin. It gets worse as time goes on, and, last night..."
Last night was an ugly glimpse into what he was becoming, wasn't it?