He jerks a thumb back at tomato kid. "What, this guy? Seems pretty pathetic to me." He takes a step closer to the jackass in front of him. "See, now if it were me? There'd be no almost. She'd be dead."

He sees the girl flinch. And that's before he lowers his sunglasses enough to show his eyes.

"So, why don't you use that brain for a second, turn around, and get moving. Lunkhead like you has a lot to learn so I'm sure there's a class you could be at. Unless you want to stay and fight me?"

He grins wider as jerk-off here prepares to take his challenge. He's itching for something good. He always is.

Then Yuya's hand goes out to grasp his arm. There's a second in which a growl breaks, in which his teeth are bared not at the other guy but at tomato kid. His eyes narrow and his mouth presses. He turns a sneer back on the other one.

"What'd I tell you? Pathetic. I'll fight you. But first, you and your girlfriend are going to have to learn how to actually fight for yourselves. You think this guy's bad? He'd probably lay down and let you kick the shit out of him. Nightfall's going to eat you alive. Get. Going." He draws his mask down with his free hand, a display of sharp teeth and glowing eyes just as sharp. He waves if off once its done its job and turns back to the tomato.

"You know, I've stabbed guys for a lot less than that stunt you just pulled. You lost me a willing fight. The hell are you thinking? Do you want to get your ass kicked?"

He has the overwhelming urge to scrub at his face. Or maybe find a trash can. He resists. Barely.

"A lot of people almost killed a lot of people," He says. "Do you blame everyone else for completely losing their shit? Considering what a sad sap you are, I doubt it. So don't make yourself a freakin martyr over it. That guy's pissed off at himself because he was useless. He's not going to learn a damn thing by taking it out on you."

Nevermind that he doesn't need a reason to fight.

"Sure, whatever, you're all love and hugs again now that the hunt is over, I get it," He groans. He waves his hands, a sarcastic sort of 'hooray'. "Are you seriously going to chew me out for saving your ass?" Wouldn't be the first time. Or the second. Or third...

"Relax, alright? You're going to look like the hero for trying to hold me back. Maybe not to those guys but you'd have to pull out some pretty fantastical apologies to change their minds anyway."

He makes a face. He's never gotten an apology before, but this just feels like self-flagellation. Or maybe he just doesn't have a taste for any kind of apology anymore.

"Are you kidding? You're furious. It's just amazingly not directed at me." For once. He shrugs shoulders and tucks his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Don't know what you're so guilty for. It's not like you could have stopped anything that happened."

Wow. Guy feels almost as sorry for himself as Ichigo used to. He can almost feel the rain. Disgusting.

"God, you're irritating. You know, tomato kid? Let me give you a tip. From someone extremely experienced with these things. What you're doing now? It's not working. And whatever you were doing before? Also not working. In fact, making things worse. You're partly daemonic, aren't you? Act like it. Go to the source and sit with it, honestly, it takes five minutes to have a conversation. Like meditating."

"The hell you can't," He growls. "Didn't I just tell you I have experience? Come on, there's a forest outside, we can sit at the edge, you can work this out, I'll make sure you don't go nuts or something."

But if they do this right that won't be necessary. Then again, that's if this guy's even going to do that at all.

He folds his arms. "The degree of separation you do or don't have doesn't matter. You're close enough that it might as well be you. Do you want to solve your problems or not?"

That other guy before? The force with which he shoved Yuya to a wall? It's nothing on this. He slams Yuya back and for a moment his dead eyes are alight with rage. They narrow.

"...You're lucky I have a reason to be here." Or else he might have done something real stupid. He draws his hand back.

"Whatever you were before, you're not getting rid of this. It's entangled. It is you. A part of you as much as anything else. Even if you find some magic bit of separation that doesn't somehow kill you, you keep it up and It'll just finish you itself when it's free. You learn to live with this or you die with it. There's no option three."

The lack of response is telling. Typical. He tucks his hands back in his pockets.

"Chh. Whatever. Like you said. Not my problem. Good luck with the darmonic urges."

But he probably won't get any such luck. He starts to turn away.