I really wonder who it is that you're posturing for, Destroyer.

[ He lets out a long sigh; his body bends at the waist and his long hair falls well over his face. The sound he makes almost sounds disappointed, but as he lifts his head up, he is back to his warm, pleasant smile. The amount of struggling that Asura is doing is just as entertaining than if the other had truly told him his troubles and fears.

There is a brief look that can be seen -- his eyes shine with a line that looks murderous that the portrait had been so casually picked up. The smile fades from his lips before he finds the strength to slide it back on. ]

I'm sad that you don't recognize him. He was truly a magnificent beacon of justice. [ Orochi steps forward; his fingers reach out to glide along the frame that is in Asura's hands. ] Yet he was just as guilty as I was. Perhaps, he even held more sins than I ever could hope to hold. [ The tone of voice is vaguely affectionate. ]

Still, I don't think you should call him a friend. If he heard you call me such, I think his insides would rupture from despair and disgust.