Ythala said nothing in response, the angel's body beginning to tremble slightly. Her face gradually began to pale, memories she had long since wished to forget surfacing in her mind. For a few, long moments she sat there. Her fists clenching, her wings beginning to flap haphazardly around her, nearly slamming into Tokugawa, though with nowhere near the force to do anything. It was almost as if the angel was...angry, such an emotion extraordinarily rare for Ythala to exhibit. No...it was beyond anger, it was a gross amalgamation of emotion, indescribable by any human phrase.
"...He's alive..." She said quietly. She spat the words, almost like a curse, though the fear and despair such a thought inspired within her seeped into her voice, the sound trembling, wavering on her lips as she said the phrase.
"...H-he's...h-he's..." Her voice continued to tremble, the emotions slowly welling within her throat, threatening to choke her in its grasp. She gingerly pressed a hand against the wall, forcing her eye's closed to stop the tears from flowing from them. She said nothing more, simply trembling underneath the shower head.