Ah, his eyes roll back at the sound of his own name on human lips after so incredibly long. An equally long sigh follows as he exhales, crouching down to be closer to (but not quite) at eye level with his precious believer. There he takes in the boy's injuries, a subtle sort of anger etching into his features. Even if Akihito wasn't his follower before, he is now and any slight, past, present or future, against him is a slight against Atreyun.

"That is my name," he assures. "I am the one who will make them pay for what they have done to you."