[It shouldn't hurt this much, being mocked by someone who was clearly only ever joking to begin with. But he's right—Sandalphon will never have anyone to love him, no one will tell him he's needed, and he'll never get even his most basic desires granted. Isn't the despair that comes along with that knowledge why he's lashing out in the first place?

...Even so, it hurts.]

You want me to treat you like a lover? Fine by me. If you're going to make such unpleasant jokes, let's see how far you can take it.

[He sweeps Izumi's legs out from under him with a low kick from the leg that had been pressed against the wall, looming over him, eyes wild with pain. Why is he the only one who has to be hurt?!]

Don't worry, mortal. I'll be gentle.

[But he's tearing Izumi’s shirt open as he says it. So.]