Yusho
Yusho took one step forward, and it was like ice rooted him in place. His crackling eye pointed at the shaking ghoul and the entire cohort as they broke into murmurs, and his face from the forehead to his jaw clenched around it. The heat of the sparks was singing his cheeks.
It wasn't enough to let these people be tortured with restlessness, regardless of whatever crimes they may have done in life, these vampires, this woman, had to play with their feelings like this. Was he supposed to believe it? This was all a misunderstood tragedy by those who predated on men and offered curses in the guise of blessings? Even if it was, what kind of defilement were these supposed new lives built on? If he eliminated them, who would say he was justified even when it was the truth? The people in front of him couldn't tell the difference between a right making up for a wrong and two wrongs making a right.
Yusho took a steadying step back. He would look like a heartless wretch even to his own student. But this was what Roman had willingly walked into. Roman was a vampire now too, and the work of two days couldn't beat out of him the loathsome thinking that would led him to this den of darkness.
Yusho did not belong here. Yusho was alone before this shameless trickery, regardless of what Valerie had promised him before. He was not going to stay.
Spinning on his heel, only wind whistling in his ears, he sent a blank stare at Roman before propelling himself into the air, rising with a great breeze. The thickness of the mist did not part, but his feet found it as a foothold, and further up and away he dashed, until he had vanished entirely, over the maze of hedges and the mist itself.
