Seito was staggering to his feet, or at the very least, trying to. It was clear he was pushing his limits as a human being, because his limbs were shaking non-stop, and a trickle of blood started to seep from his nose. He absently licked at it, red smearing all over his upper lip as he tried desperately to stay upright.

"You... you people... your worlds..." he gasped out, Magatsu hulking up behind him, but it barely had any kind of hold in the real world. It was flickering in and out, threatening to fade in a bloody haze. "They're all... nothing. They're just... trash... all of you... just... t-trash...!"

He held up his hand again, another burst of lightning threatening to be let loose...