Blood everywhere, so much blood. He should be used to it by now, but for some reason it still shocked him.
Blood, on his hand, his arm, even small drops which had splashed against his face, he wanted to gag, but wouldn't.
Because he hadn't.
It had been easy for him, the killing. It was his life, his mission.
Except for one small interruption.
Except for Subaru.
And now it was his turn, and he would succeed because it was all he had.
No interruptions, no reason to live but to carry on Seishirou's legacy.
And compared to that his suffering was nothing.