Toshirou sat still, trying to recover from the lapse of shock he just had. Just hearing the name of his father's murderer sent chills down his spine. The reality dawned upon him, that he was weak, and was not strong enough to even be in the presence of the angels, much less the Archangel's.
"W-what can I do? I want to become strong... strong enough to say his name... strong enough to fight him... and strong enough to kill him. Please, tell me, what should I do?"
Seeing him plead earnestly earned his approval. Mahalalel was now fully convinced that he was serious about getting retribution for the ones he loves. Seeing the fire spark in the winter-blue-haired teen reminded him of his own youth, and when he was filled with fiery emotions of vengeance and rage. Yet, there was something different about this boy's fire, there was something almost cold about it, that threatened to burn him like a real fire if fully unleashed.
