Vangelos wasn't amused by Vya's so called joke, but he forgave him for it nonetheless. He stared wide-eyed as Kuro-Puurin started taking on multiple shapes and mutations. Clearly defined shapes of people, animals, and things seemed to scream out in agony as they randomly jutted out from Kuro-Puurin's body. Though he wasn't sure if this was pain caused by Amin's quick thinking or by something else entirely. Vya on the other hand was singing in a language Vangelos had never heard before and didn't seem too woried about this new turn of events.<br/>He took a few steps back from Kuro-Puurin unsure of what would happen next. He began to feel sorry for her. She was misunderstood and probably had as many questions about her existence as he did.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">To not know love or compassion. That's a fate probably worst than death.</span>Were Vangelos' solemn thoughts.