There's a bit of confusion in his remaining eye, but it soon turns to understanding. What a strange request... but it's not one that he would deny, given the circumstance. Perhaps it really was for the best.

Instead of answering, he would cover Add's eyes with a sliver of shadow, so he doesn't have to be conscious of the pain. A second later, a cluster of thorns sprout from the centre of his neck, splintering in a spray of red and black.

If there's one thing Ain is good at, it's killing people quickly.