"Suzuki Akihito," Atreyun repeats, savor the name on his tongue as if tasting a favored dessert. It's an important name. The name of his last believer. The name of the one who breathed life back into him. The name of the one who saved him the eternal torment of impotence. His savior.

"Can you walk?" Might Akihito need rest and recovery before Atreyun goes on a killing spree for him? He would watch over the human in his convalescence, if needed. None shall harm him.