High atop his perch on the skyscraper in Ikebukuro, he looked down at all the humans, running around, doing what humans did.
He saw a motorcycle speed down a road.
He saw two men, one blond, one black-haired, brawl messily. A crowd surrounded them.
He saw many things that, at first glance, were unusual, but when used to it, it was like routine.
"Routine," he hissed. "Humans love routine."
The golden-haired golden-eyed man looked back at a large suit of armor.
"Isn't that right..."
"...Al?"