Okay, let’s just stop, take a breath, and consider the mental image that conjures.
Fuuma steps out onto the ruined remains of the Rainbow Bridge, surveying the scene. Rubble and wreckage in every direction, only hunks of concrete and frayed cables… and a lone, solitary eyeball, rolling gently back and forth across the ground in the wind.
A small, secretive smile crosses his face. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his trusty mezuzah.
I always liked that subaru and seishirou’s ‘romance’ culminated into pure body horror and they switched body parts like it was no big thing