[Makoto watched Ryouma stumble over the pronunciation of the word Pthumerian with amusement. He had a hard time saying that word too. Unable to stop a small chuckle from escaping, he nodded and offered Ryouma a small smile.]

I think so. They are certainly important enough to be called something like that at least.

[Makoto turned back to the globs of flesh and frowned.]

Even so, this seems unnecessarily messy, even with god like powers at the helm.

[Or maybe he was just being naive. After all, bugs make a mess when you squish them...Trying not to feel sick with that analogy, he looked around and saw the remains of a hand holding a torch. Frowning he looked up out the window and saw something in the distance. Ignoring the torch, he stood up and squinted at the rapidly growing image before realization hit him]

R-Ryouma-san! We need to light the lamp! Quickly!