Hamuko's reaction only seems to relax him even more. It's twisted. It's terrible- just how satisfied he feels when he sees someone struggling without his treatment. That his doubts were simply just that, a doubt. It was the same as him chuckling to himself when he waited in his palace for the phantom thieves to infiltrate and change his heart, only to face his Eden till the deadline passed. He convinced them. He was in the right. He was right.
Azathoth festers inside, clinging to the parts of his body like a presence permeating between the gaps of two cells, a high that never seems to give weight to just how happy he gets when other people don't suffer. Their bright smiles are..
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Azathoth festers inside, clinging to the parts of his body like a presence permeating between the gaps of two cells, a high that never seems to give weight to just how happy he gets when other people don't suffer. Their bright smiles are..
They are perfect.
...?He needs to treat her. He has grown negligent.