Resentment

Help me? This irked him. He thought he could help him. That he could grow stronger so that he could help everyone, he was so terribly Idealistic and it angered him. His ignorance of what had happened only served to bring him greater distaste. He had not a voice. His tongue had been ripped from his mouth, and soon he would teach this fool what that was. What that meant in its entirety.

His smile was gone, replaced by his scowl and the fullness of his resentment, hatred, anger, and wrath. He opened his mouth to show his lack of tongue. Just a terribly disfigured mouth and a small stump, as terribly scarred as the rest of the inside of his mouth. Now that you observe him without his hood, you can clearly tell that the hinges of his mouth were scarred, evidence of when his jaw was ripped open so brutally.

He would obliterate that fool momentarily, but then he saw a Yokai, attracted by his Occultic power. He would incinerate this one to put dread into the heart of this foolish child. They shall all have thier fill of destruction this day, and the boy would suffer for his terrible naitivity. He was not a happy man. Never so. Unless he was with his dear one. Most likely puppy love, a short lasting attraction, but nevertheless his calmer.