[ stopping in his tracks, it is all asura can do not to recoil. it would be unseemly of him, to show that kind of weakness before this. his eyes narrow, lip curling into a derisive sneer as he takes in the sight of orochi. fallen god and taishakuten's co-conspirator. truly, birds of a feather. worse, there is a distinct... greasiness to orochi that taishakuten never possessed, his once-friend radiant even in his cruelty. such cannot be said for the snake god, orochi tangibly derived from that which crawls upon its belly in darkness, full of poison and treachery. ]

It would be you, [ he observes, straightening in his stance as his arms fold over his chest. ] I'd offer my condolences that you're also in this unhappy place, but I can think of few more deserving.

[ a sharp smile touches asura's lips, eyes bright with disdain. ]

Besides, I imagine you're well used to this weakness. [ he gestures to their mortal forms, remembering well orochi's fall from grace. ] Nothing more than a change of scenery for someone who's already lost it all.