Kyrie stared at the shaking form of someone he swore should be in Snowsaint. Someone who lacked the reason to be inside Soleater with him. Someone who had a life back there. An annoying person.
Kyrie gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing in a laser-focused stare, a small, faux smile to hide his anger on his face, a golden glint shining within his golden eyes as he stared deeply into that person's soul.
He got many things from Snowsaint, but a person was not in his plans at all. Another twisted joke in his life.
His blood pressure skyrocketed, and veins jumped across his body as his anger reached a level where it looped back into a state of serene, almost zen-like calm. With a deep breath, he chased away any violent urges and thoughts.
