[Likewise, the discovery of the weird birds has caused a change in Ragna's mood, though in his case it's brought more anger and pain than anything. It hurt to hear that voice again, hurt so much that he turned towards the only possible way of dealing with it he knows, which is mindless destruction. The way he sees it, whoever set this whole shit up─ be it the Cat bitch, Davy Jones himself or someone else entirely─ shamelessly used the voice and words of a person dear to him to have some fun at his expense. He's convinced himself it's the only possible reason for the bird's existence, and even after breaking it to pieces the idea frustrates him to no end.

The Grim Reaper's been informed that there are, supposedly, four of those birds in total, but he's not in a hurry to search of them. In fact, he feels he'd rather never see any of those in his life again. Of course, that plan goes down the drain the moment he spots one of them in Mitsunari's grip.]

... If you wanna cling to the memory of the dead so badly, be my guest. But this piece of shit─

[He narrows his eyes, glaring daggers at the bird, but (miraculously) surpasses the urge to rip it apart here and now.]

How the hell are you keeping this around? Just looking at it makes me wanna hurl.