> "You better clean up dis mess you just made, _host_."

Kisheto's expression went from light to solemn within an instant as he felt the words pierce through him like bullets. He had no problem confronting people who considered him annoying, maybe even useless, but this was different. He was a problem - a _monster_ - in Kiara and the rest of the world's eyes. Suddenly, he didn't feel much like a hero. As she stormed around, Kisheto shook his head slightly and looked to the side, hoping to see Yugeto. As he remained fixated in place in part of his disappointment and sense of failure, Julian's smoke form hovered above him and came to a halt right in front of him. Then, Julian's hand reformed upon Kisheto's shoulder, and the rest of Julian's body returned to normal as well. "Don't worry, brothah, we'll make it," he said reassuringly. Kisheto looked to Julian with sad eyes but smiled anyway, feeling his usual self return. "Of course we will. Just a bump in the road, y'know?" he replied as he followed Julian inside. 

The house was simply amazing. Kisheto had seen luxury before, but only when as a thief in the shadows. Never had he been within the walls of such an elegant home without having to keep himself hidden. Now, he was able to take in everything as it was laid out: fancy furniture, beautiful decor, the amazing smell of something cooking. "Holy shit, this is fucking awesome! Are you rich or something?!" Kisheto asked excitedly. He began peering at everything around him curiously, like a child in a museum. However, he realized that there was blood seeping from his collar and decided to stay put, as to not track blood on any of the beautiful furniture.