Yomi was rather behind on current events thanks to her own personal concerns, but she wasn’t overly bothered by Landel’s message. Let him fool around if he liked. Forcibly transforming his prisoners into spectres was hardly his most original experiment, and since she hadn’t been showing symptoms of her own, it mattered little to her. The suffering of the prisoners around her was more or less background noise.

Not true for an exorcist, but then it was a hard thing to live up to those duties when she, herself, had become a monster. The idea of monsters hunting monsters had an odd ring to it--the only people who had a right to do so in the name of protecting others from harm were the pure and the untainted, as Yomi saw it. Anyone else was just hunting for the sake of hunting.

She supposed she belonged to the latter category, if any at all. Although Landel’s monster creations weren’t her first priority, if they became an issue for her she expected she’d have to take action. And hunting itself… well, that was one of the sesshouseki’s strong suits, wasn’t it? The bloodshed and the terror.

Always, in the back of her mind, there was that yearning for the fight, and it made her fingers twitch around the katana’s grip as she left her room.