Procession quickly comes to a halt, his blood running cold as slowly the walls are glanced at.

Why- why has this happened?

Even Satan’s son deserved no such death as he would suffer once Yukio came back. May God take mercy on whatever kind of soul he had. Rin glanced down as if by defeat, blue hues shielded within shadow while movements came out slowly. Holding kurikara and unsheathing the weapon with a loud cry flames then began to be shot at each wall.

{ ☩ }— “To hell with it!” He was going to die either way, whether it be from Yukio’s anger over the horse pictures or of his flames didn’t matter now. He was mincemeat- the end. Might as well destroy whichever ones he could.