Tension

Once Abaddon left the room, Izanagi wasn't shy about shutting the door behind him.

"Honestly… Nothing but monsters around here no matter where we might look."

He turned to his daughter and offered her the first and only semblance of warmth he had displayed all day.

"You must've been uncomfortable here. I'm sorry that I took so long to come and get you."

"I'm not uncomfortable," Amaterasu responded with a shrug.

Before Izanagi could say anything, a rather explosive scene occurred on the television.

Izanagi tried to follow what was going on, but it was difficult. The dialect they were speaking in was starkly unfamiliar to his ears.

"You… are watching television?" he questioned.

"Yes."

"You don't watch television."

"I do not."

"Well, then what is the meaning of this…?"

"It's a Nevi'im drama. They are quite the splendid actors, surprisingly."

"How can you even understand the language?"