[ In some ways, it's already eating at him. He doesn't want to be violent, or deal in things that hurt others. It's just what ends up happening, because it's who he is. And now he has this uncanny ability to cut -- with real swords, no less, and he's finding that he likes the sensation far too much. Maybe it's harmless. But truth be told, he feels more free with a blade in his hand than any pen or brush or fistful of cash. It isn't normal. Most people would get dragged into mental institutions for having urges like this.

So even if Chuuya's words make sense, there are misgivings in Yato's dropped gaze. ]

Yeah... I guess you're right. You'd know best, wouldn't you?

[ Because, y'know. Suddenly having to deal with being on the ceiling sometimes. ]

How's that gravity stuff coming along, anyway? You seem to have a pretty good handle on it now.