He could only watch the agitated, out-of-control blonde that couldn't keep still beside him.
Bloodlust irked from the teenager's rattling chains.
Once upon a time, he could've made a nice Spider, the older man reflected. He shifted.
The blonde took an angry glare at the man. The teenager's bloodshot eyes showed all emotions of anger and sadness, of confusion, and doubt.
But most of all, one sentiment reigned in the depths of its shadows.
Fear.
Indeed, the man thought, staring at the blonde by the reflection the window gave. It was a child we had left in Rukuso Valley.
"Itaitashii."
Itaitashii = Pitiful