They stared at the thought-form, oblivious of what they should start with, due to the aura that issued from him. He had this sturdy look, and they had to calculate anything that'd leave their mouths.
"Who are you guys?" The thought-form asked again.
"I am Six, you are Gaziah, my soul thought-form," Six said.
The guns he held fell to the ground and dissolved. "Little wonder I've been having these strange feelings lately. I knew something was up somewhere. Good to meet you." He smiled.
"You're quite a ruthless fighter," Itsuki said, making a sweeping gesture around the dead bodies on the ground.
"Yes, I just had to join the war. On a normal day I'm a very cool guy, but in the face of threats, I'm equal to the devil."
"Yeah, I see. Tough guy," Itsuki said and folded his arm.
"So, what's new? Heard that my flesh home could take me out of this world," he said.
"You want to leave?" Six asked.
"Hell, yes," he said.