"Will you shut up?" Enoch sneered to Kazuki, "As much as I love to hear someone masturbate his soul, I don't like the mess of self-gratification it creates!" The man just kept rambling on speaking meaningless words that at best were ironic in their idiocy but the man lacked the intelligence to even be ironic. "If I want a pretentious load of crap spewed at me I have Ziraku and Shion. The more that you keep speaking the more replaceable you become in you're little cadre." He sighed as he sat their near the rest of the members of the Execution squad, unfortunately they were not out of hearing range of Kazuki's words so he had had to put up with his obnoxious speech.
Enoch sighed, Moloch was coiling around his insides... wringing him. Whispering. Reminding Enoch of everyone's failings. How they could not understand him, how his warnings and his words fell on ears that were not only deaf but spurned him. Moloch began tracing thick litanies of acts that everyone had performed that gave proof of their idiocy.
Enoch looked up, with his bright yellow eye, "You actually think you're heros? Going out to murder more sayuichi than you can count to? That's heroes? Kill one man your a murderer, kill ten men your a monster, kill a hundred men you're a hero, kill a thousand your a conquerer! Do you guys take the time to compare your actions to your words or do you just say self gratifying crap and act like its a justification for what you do? And they wonder why the Underworld is full! Talking so nicely of the virtue of risking your life as you take it. Pathetic. Wasteful barbarians!"