Despite having a blade firmly jammed into his stomach, Obara wasn't quite dead yet; but it wasn't by choice.
Lythero was, for reasons he was going to explain soon, channeling aether through his blade in such a way that Obara's blood still flowed without spilling or pouring out into his internal cavity.
"W-why...?" Obara managed to ask despite wanting to pass out from the sheer amount of pain of all of his nerves and organs rubbing against a jagged piece of metal in his stomach.
Evidently, Obara wasn't going to like the answer he was about to be given.
"Maybe it's because I want you to suffer before I finally take your life," Lythero answered with a strange amount of ease. "Maybe it's because I want to give myself an opportunity to change my mind at the last minute. Give you a chance to live on in shame and find a chance to redeem yourself in the eyes of the world."
"What the fuck-GAH!"
Before Obara could finish cursing, Lythero twisted the blade in his gut even further.
