This fucking gun! Devero grabs more bullets and knocks it open to reload with a snarl. He's already starting to sprint after Koumyou, but by the time he can slap the chamber closed, it's over. He stops so abruptly that his feet skid across the nope it doesn't matter what his feet skid across.

What matters is Koumyou in front of him, drenched in blood and surrounded by rent flesh. Nauseating smoke rises where monster remains burn, incongruously merry amidst the carnage.

His question is a lot softer and a lot gentler than Genjo's when he asks, "Is any of that blood yours?"