Tsurumaru, is that wise? [ Said in a flat tone and Mikazuki, who might usually rush over to his precious Tsurumaru's aid, just stands with what can only be described as disinterest at the entryway. Arms are tucked neatly into either of his sleeves, Mikazuki watches his comrade tear and bloody his hands further as if he can change the course of history but -- that's what they were summoned to prevent, weren't they? ]

You do realize what you're trying to do is inherently a bad thing? Don't you? [ Reaching down and over...he plucks one of the bloodied glass shards to see glimpses of his own memories but just as quickly drops that same piece, discarding it. Mikazuki may be asking a lot of questions but with nothing else but this detached curiosity inside of him, he has precious little else to say. ] You're not being corrupted now, are you...? That would be bad.