   "Ah, I've... messed up."
  He stares at the bloody mess he's made, those weird parts sprawled on the ground. Misaki hadn't used his power in a while, thus-- this happened. He isn't sure why cursed bloods have the surplus problem. If you don't use up the excess, bam! Either your veins and arteries literally pop out, or you pass out and then your body starts producing these things and expels them.
  He stares at his own hands. Blood. A sigh escapes past his lips and Ken is silent-- the spirit had nothing to say about this. He doesn't know what to say, anyway. It might be best if he left Misaki alone.
   "Don't leave."
  Well, oops. Alright then. Green eyes met blue, and tears start flowing from the former. "Why? Why was I given this? My family hated me for it. I've killed people with this. I've controlled some. And it's tiring, it's so tiring, I just--"
  Misaki stumbles forward, and is surprised to be in someone's arms. Ken? Ah, maybe he had taken up a lot of his life force to be solid like this. Well, technically, he wasn't, but since Misaki was his host-- he was to him.
