Umbra Regalia
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Revnoir growled loudly, his Threads itching and squirming to rip into Yato. Ok, so Revnoir cared for everyone but Yato. "This isn't all about you and your... 'Hero's quest to save the princess' alright? We can't be selfish out here, or we'll get everyone around us killed. She's dead. Accept it already." He spoke, then turned and stomped off. He wasn't too happy, but who would be? When Xillia died, he shouldered it on his own, not dragging anyone into his problems with that. Or at least not intending to. They just butted in. He couldn't understand why Yato couldn't just do like he had. Suffer silently, and keep it all on the inside. He had shot a dark glance at Zen before leaving, as if telling him he was wrong. Leah was dead, and he truly believed that. Before, he had only been trying to keep Yato in high spirits. All to keep the mood nice for Asilia. He took care of her like his own, as Yulier was incapable of doing so herself.