Shaman
It was a powerful strike, one that even destroyed the wind in the air. The shockwave from her punch generated a powerful gust of wind, but failed to strike the Shaman. Indeed, it was as if he himself was a spirit, unable to be touched by the living. It reached for Steaven's hand and grabbed hold of it with bony hands.
"Well you are correct and incorrect at the same time," he said, placing the boy's hand on Nanako's barely covered breast. I am not being used by Steaven. How can I? I am the manifestation of Steaven's dark heart, the urges he suppresses with his disingenuous behavior. Since he cannot find happiness with his way, I have taken it upon myself to push his will on himself. You see, my will is not my own! It is his will, his desires!"
Steaven stopped shaking, instead he looked to Sakura and Shirou and whimpered, "No I don't want to kill you, or get rid of you. Its just... none of my body guards ever cared about me. My family never cared about me until the shaman was a threat. I just wanted someone to try to understand me. I don't care about protection! I'd rather die than be alone in the world."