[ ¥ ]― "--Tch!"
Yato was rendered practically paralyzed, again, from a spell of sudden pain. They had been occurring at a greater frequency as days went by, which had the deity admittedly worried. The thoughts that once rang loud and clear in his mind seemed to have dimmed themselves, until they were nothing more than a muted background noise to his own thoughts.
Previously, the god had written off this phenomenon as himself simply finding some sort of normalcy in wielding a regalia--But even he knew that it was just a cheap explanation pulled out of thin air; he has had many regalia of varying emotional stability throughout his years as a deity, and this was a case that he only threw himself into when it was completely necessary.
Frowning, blue eyes shifted to the street that ran parallel to his path, his gaze following a few vehicles down the crowded road, before focusing again on the train tracks in front of him. He had been told that gloom levels had been high in the area--Though at first glance nothing seemed to be particularly abnormal.