Kuro lets out a sigh at the young angel's attempt at staying strong. He has to admire the strength it takes for such a loving little thing to not break completely after seeing what he had seen. [i]'I bet there's a little part of him inside that is now a crushed little pile of dust, never to be recovered'[/i] His eyes linger on the young male as he begins working over his arm instead of insisting he turn around again. [i]'He is. . . . so interesting. Still intent on healing me, even if he knows more bad things are going to happen to me, and more often now, because of it'[/i] He hums a little, watching Aoba work through half closed eyes. With each drop of blood falling on to that pure white outfit, with every red patch now staining his once pristine garb, Kuro's eyes grow more intense.

[i]'It's almost like he's washing himself in my blood. But rather than a show of victory like a demon, it's like an act of contrition. His attempt to show how sorry he is for what his fellows did to me. . .However that is far to convenient a thought for me. He is simply in shock'[/i] Kuro is a master of gearing everything down into what is the most probable meaning, only deviating when it comes to the the probability being anything that would mean someone actually cares about him and his welfare. In his mind, the boy is only upset because it was angels that hurt him. Under any other circumstance the young one would have fled in fear, not feeling the slightest bit of pity for the foul beast from hell. [i]'I can tell he is earnest in wanting to help me, but it can only be because he doesn't want his fellows making something suffer. He doesn't really care for me'[/i]

This thought doesn't bother Kuro, in fact it helps his cause seeing as such mixed emotions are easy to manipulate into what he needs. True, Kuro himself is fond of the angel, but that is an entirely different story. Once again Aoba starts cleaning the ground of the pools of blood. [i]'So fastidious despite your own appearance. He never ceases to be adorable'[/i] His gaze soften, a light sigh leaving his lips as he relaxes against the wall to watch. The light feeling inside rises again and as the little mouse looks to him the warmth shines from behind his gaze. He stares down into those beautiful eyes for several seconds before realizing what he's waiting for and with a light laugh he rolls carefully on to his stomach.

As soon as he begins working Kuro groans and rests his forehead on the ground, his arms stretched out over his head for a few seconds. Then with a huff he puts his arms under his head. He turns his face away from Aoba, murmuring words he never thought he'd ever say. “Don't think too harshly of them Little Mouse. They are just doing as they are bidden, as you all must do. From what I've learned the structure up here is pretty strict, and without it you guys'd be at a total loss.” He's silent for only a few breaths, his mind shifting slightly over to a question. “Are you afraid of me now Little Mouse? I can understand if you are, but I am no different now than the demon I was when last you saw me. I still use human souls to supply my energy, like angels do but a little different, and my greatest passion in life is still the written word. I kill when I have to, and I enjoy chocolate like bliss itself. Just because I show a different face to you Little Mouse, does not mean that it's false. Neither face is false, you just always bring out the kindness in me. . .” Knowing that if he keeps going he going to make himself ill, Kuro falls silent in his treatment, waiting for some kind of response, if the angels even still wants to talk to him.