It's the utter inability to look at the situation from an angle separate from his own perspective that makes Minamimoto so effective when he's unleashed. Beneath the ink and the casual malice, he's still just eighteen years old and his perspective has been more limited than he knows. The world begins and ends with him, his own self-defined alpha and omega, so why wouldn't he be enjoying the after effects of a combat-induced adrenaline high?

But he's also crazier than a sack full of cats, and always has been.

"But not you, huh? Zero sense of aesthetic." He chuckles to himself, off kilter and jittery because he can't let himself slow down. If he slows down now, he'll lose what precarious internal equilibrium he's still holding onto. The ayakashi were so like taboo noise, but spread a corruption that he couldn't refactor. (Yet. It's a function of time, he's certain.) They made for a new challenge, a new thrill.