He hadn't spilled blood since deserting Yosuga, and just the thought of blood on his hands, literally or otherwise, made him ill.

But somehow...this was different. Virtue turned from the now-dead Ongyo-ki to meet the gaze of the one it had attacked.

For a tense moment, Manikin prophet and ex-Yosuga angel measured each other's intent.

Then, Futomimi smiled.