[The slam doesn't even make Matoba flinch, but his eye falls to Cain's fist on the table with something that, on any other person, might be sympathy. Whatever it was this wizard thought that made them human, it was meaningless. Humans and ayakashi could never be the same; they could never feel the same things, or see the same world.]

[That was an immovable fact.]

I called you here to give you information on the haniwa, an offer I graciously extended out of a desire to keep the well-being of this city. If you do not want it, feel free to say so.

[...But after a pause in which he sips at his tea, he continues.] A no, then... Some Lost Souls seem to have retained a small amount of their senses in this place, if they had power before. If you don't sense it, I will describe it for you.

It is a powerful hatred and will to harm which they exude, a power which feels like it comes from something very old and very strong. But the statues themselves are not originals used in funerary rites. They have been recently crafted for their purpose; I am familiar with magical pottery works dating back many centuries, and I have seen other haniwa that have become objects of power. These are not the same.

[Matoba eyes the haniwa nearby mistrustfully.] Whoever is making these appear is doing it purposefully, with the intent to cause indiscriminate harm.