Asmael
Disgusting. This whole place, the squirming, the feeling of fresh blood in the air, it ripped and twisted and churned his stomach just to look at it, and he grimaced at the creature's arm before releasing it. Only then did he turn to look at Aruna.
The sensation of having slain countless of his brethren. The feeling of having incinerated innocent people and commoners. Why? Why him!? For what purpose did he endure this pointless war? This pain, the humiliation of playing the villain for those he once held dear. Did they know all along? Lucy, Aruna, everyone... all just to make a mockery of him further!?
'You know who I am. You fought all this time, just to save me, despite everything I've done... why?" For a moment, his words were those of a child, asking a simple question to her.
Why save one who not once deserved a blessing? A damned kinslayer.