[Nobody would know that Nagi was used to this. To killing. He wasn't exactly interested in making that part of his life known to strangers. He had seen peoples' bodies twisted beyond repair due to his own anger going out of his control. This person wasn't even dead, not really. This was tame in comparison, if he was being honest with himself.
Another moment passes before the shadowy figure begins to shift, actually disappearing entirely for a moment before Nagi's body starts to reappear as it once was. So much smaller and fragile looking as he kneels in the grass, his eyes still stark white as he watches the husk of the body, expression blank other than the signs of pain from his transformation affecting him. The shadowy tendrils remain, twisting from the ripped shreds of what remains of his shirt.]
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Another moment passes before the shadowy figure begins to shift, actually disappearing entirely for a moment before Nagi's body starts to reappear as it once was. So much smaller and fragile looking as he kneels in the grass, his eyes still stark white as he watches the husk of the body, expression blank other than the signs of pain from his transformation affecting him. The shadowy tendrils remain, twisting from the ripped shreds of what remains of his shirt.]
...they're still alive.