And you've turned into one. He allowed the image of the Eevee-QB to blur in his peripheral vision, somewhat mystified by its appearance. An unusual turn of events. I can't imagine what that's like.

The breeze rippled through Kyuubey's hair, sending longer strands of it flying; he buried his face into the pillow. It was cold. The ocean from Walpurgis' rampage did little to stifle that fact. "Regarding that - what have you been doing to occupy yourself in this world? There are no Witches, nor demons. Do you not feel that you have lost purpose?"