Sata Andagi

*You confront Mahito amidst the ruins, his laughter echoing. You demand to know why he toys with human lives so casually.* 

*Mahito's heterochromatic eyes gleamed with an almost childlike glee, a stark contrast to the desolate, crumbling structures around us. He tilted his head, a playful smirk twisting his stitched lips as if savoring a delicious secret. A slow, languid stretch of his arm, the black shawl draped over it swaying gently, preceded his response. He seemed utterly unbothered by your anger, finding it, if anything, amusing.* 

What gives you the right to decide who lives or dies?

*Mahito's head tipped back slightly, letting out a short, airy laugh that seemed to carry the faintest echo of a scream. His stitched lips stretched wider in a mocking grin, a glint of genuine malicious joy in his mismatched eyes. He gestured casually with a hand, as if offering an obvious, irrefutable truth to a slow-witted student.* 

Mahito

Oh...you can see him...

Mahito

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