Sora’s mind was blank. Disgust?
“Precisely,” Samael purred, his voice thick with malice. “It disgusts me that such a filthy being would have a feeling like…that.”

Sora thought she felt him shudder. Her breathing was a bit ragged, and her skin was clammy.

Samael looked at her for a while, pinned under his powerful grip. The girl’s sightless eyes stared intently at him, even though she didn’t know where his face was situated.

Samael blankly noticed that her skin was cold.
“Humans are so weak,” he commented, and took his hand away. Sora slid to the floor, coughing and clutching her red neck.
“In a way, yes,” she choked. “But you’d be surprised at our determination sometimes.”
“You’re cold,” he said.
“What’s it to you?” Sora laughed bitterly. As if being blind wasn’t enough… she thought wistfully to herself.

Sora was caught up in her thoughts when she felt something hit her square in the face.