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to encounter an upper moon yet again felt like a mockery, features uncharacteristically grim in the way he stares down the other (and he had his blade, though he had not cut down another demon since transforming ; handling it felt wrong, bitter in it's taste). digits rest on the hilt, though he does not lash out, caution balanced upon restraint.
"how many have you eaten?" breaks the silence -- though demonic himself, his ire still bleeds out, for the one before him. "how many lives have you ruined without care?"
How many? Kokushibo truly didn't recall, because he had never counted in the first place--and held little care for estimating now.
"Five hundred years is a long time, child."
He's rounding up, but even so--how many had he devoured in those centuries, to reach his rank and strength, to spend the entire time unchallenged? Well, perhaps not unchallenged--but Kokushibo simply devoured the ones foolish enough to throw their lives away regardless.
As long as that man didn't care, he had no reason to think twice.
"I have felled armies and villages. Is that the answer you desire?"
More than any other, besides that man himself, as thoughtless as a human devouring their own livestock.
His eyes still watch Kyojuro with muted interest--so this is the one he had heard rumor of, the one Akaza seemed so dearly fond of. Kokushibo didn't truly understand it, nor could he place the odd pang within his chest, muddy black heart recognizing resemblance, memories of one so similar bowed over a book he was constantly writing within.
"Where do your loyalties lie?"
