Vanguard
Vanguard did not even look at the abominable creature, instead glaring at the beaten girl. Coldness, disdain, disinterest, disgust. It was as if all these different feelings had merged into his gaze, and yet he spoke softly.
"Perhaps. The truth is, I've been an emotional roller-coaster lately. I have no true reason behind my actions, I am simply an angry man lashing out on an innocent girl. You must excuse me."
With that, he walked towards the blue haired girl. In truth, hitting her had only made him angrier. Did she think he didn't notice? Her eyes had followed his movements, someone with her body and skill would have been able to react, to struggle. He recognized that all too well, he had seen it himself when he had taken its memories. She was the same as him, someone who held no regard for herself. An existence he could not tolerate, someone who tried to shoulder everything herself due to a foolish ideal. She would fail, as he did, because she did not wish to fight.
Isn't the disgusting look of an old mirror not enough a reason to break it? His cold hand lunged at her throat and grabbed it, holding her up high with crushing force so he could speak to her. The scariest thing wasn't his monstrous might, or the inescapable violence in his dead gaze.
But the gentle kindness in his voice.
"Where's your bark now? You're not running away, if you fought back this would hurt much less. Hiding behind a monster's back, playing to escape from your mistake. You have truly become pathetic, the form of a mongrel does suit you. But a dog needs claws and teeth, why won't you bare them?"