[Well. They did it. The Kijin Emperor is dead. Permanently. He will never again threaten mankind. And all it took was for Seta to die. A fair price. One life to save many others from a threat that could possibly keep coming back. An acceptable sacrifice in the eyes of those more militarily minded and are used to the brutal calculus of warfare.]
[Not so much for the thirteen year old who just lost another person who he looked up to. Someone who saved his life. As he slipped free from a tremendously battered and wingless Interitus he screams. Hurt, lost, angry. Interitus tries to reach out to him but simply has her head which had drawn close to the young russian repeatedly shoved and kicked.]
YOUR FAULT! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!! YOU AND THAT STUPID WALL RUG AND THOSE STUPID KNIGHTS!!!! EVERYTHING! EVER SINCE YOU FOUND ME..!
[Interitus backs away. While this didn't harm her physically she pulled back as if burned and huddled against a wall.]
UNCLE'S GONE! REN'S GONE! SETA'S GONE!! WHAT NEXT?! ARE YOU GOING TO LET MIZUKI DIE?! OR KEN?! OR DIDO OR ASAGI OR ASHE?! WHAT IF MY FRIENDS AT SCHOOL GET ATTACKED?! ARE YOU GOING TO LET THEM DIE TOO?!
[ Being told by them that they were going to die... he tried to accept it... but both times... both times they came so close to the hope of being saved... only to be torn away...]
I HATE YOU! YOU STUPID MONSTER!!! I HATE YOU!!!!
[And just like that he runs away from the hangar leaving a miserable creature to bleed in the hangar.]
[Approach Interitus?]
[Anyone who would even bother looking for him would find him at a tiny area in Sakihama not too dissimilar to Ken's handbuilt gym. If anything it answered a question as to where he may have been keeping his gardening skills sharp. There were several flowers growing. Some blooming, some not. Either way Volya simply sits among them, legs pulled up to his chest. No tears being shed, simply just being too tired to even cry.]
[It was his own little haven. One he was embarrassed to have had his school friends find when they went looking for him. The same friends who had told you exactly where it was when they tried to call Volya, only to have him scream at them to leave him alone and sent the phone sailing into a wall.]
[He doesn't acknowledge your presence. Rather. He refuses to. He simply holds on tighter to himself and presses his head to his knees.]
Leave me alone... Just... just leave me alone...