It was out of frustration that he said those words.

"Can't you stop being a monster!?"

And those words were met with an abrupt silence that halted him in his rant.

He breathed. For a while, they just stared at each other.

A small part of his mind reveled in the realization that he had never looked at him eye to eye before. It had dreadful timing and he brushed it to the back of his mind.

"Wh-?"

"What do you mean by that, Satoshi-sama?" the white-winged figure spoke in an even tone, but his eyes were blazing, burning him down where he stood.

Time seemed to have stopped.

"Wh-what?" It came out with such a high-pitch tone, it made him feel sick and stupid.

But it seems that the blonde ignored it, unwilling to break the conversation for the sake of mocking him.

"Why do you ask?"

"…"

The angel looked away, as though he had concluded on something.

Now he felt irritated.

What has the monster come to conclusion with, when he had made no head or tail of anything!

Meanwhile, the blonde turned away and let himself fade out of his sight. The angel wondered why he even bothered to ask anyway. The answer is going to be the same anyway.

Isn't it…?