Yomo stares blankly at the wedding ring Uta has pulled out of his pocket. The other ghoul looks a little too proud of himself in Yomo’s opinion, beaming in the low lights of Helter Skelter.
“It’s made...out of your tooth?” Yomo says.
Words cannot describe his horror.
Instead, he takes a tentative sip of water, half wondering if he should ask Itori for something just a little stronger. His own tongue instinctively slides around his mouth. He can just imagine Uta ripping out his own tooth with a pair of rusty pliers for the sake of art.
He takes another sip of his water, and tries not to stare at the jewellery in the tattooed ghoul’s fingertips. You wouldn’t anticipate that it was a tooth, merely an overlarge pearl maybe.
He briefly regrets meeting Uta.
“What’s the meaning?” he asks bluntly. “I don’t understand.”