"You look like you're having a hell of a day. Life putting you through the wringer lately? Feel like you just can't make a break?"
The man speaking to Yoma was dressed in a three-piece suit, one of dark reds and heavy golden colors, nearly glimmering in places, when it caught the light. His skin was pale, preternaturally so, and his hair had a sort of negligently windswept look that almost gave the impression that he had been shocked sometime recently, and only bothered to slick back some of it afterwards. His smile was patient, probing, and knowing; there was a hideous intellect behind those eyes, something that took no small amount of pleasure in dissecting the man in front of him, tearing him down to his component parts.
He extended one hand, palm out, as if expecting for the man to shake with him. But as he did, he moved with a smooth, negligent gesture, circling the shinigami. He spoke in that same smooth, mellifluous tone, words coming out without pause or hesitation, his tone nearly droning at this point. And still he continued to circle Yoma in an odd, almost dancing gesture. His hand remained extended, every once in a while waggling its fingers while being watched by his unexpected company.
"It's incredible you know, how easily the light blinds us and leaves us helpless, unprepared to face the world around us. People spent so many thousands of years living in the dark, fearing it, remembering all too well that just beyond their eyes there existed the otherness. And so we spent so many centuries chasing away the shadows, drowning ourselves in the lights, ensuring that there didn't exist a single place where we could be called truly ignorant. And in the process, we've realized that the world is fucking insane, top to bottom, and that we're nothing more than a speck in the grand scheme. Pretty damn humbling for some people, realizing that they're not the epitome of evolution, that there isn't some ultimate point to it all. But I don't agree you know, I think that if the world wasn't made with a point then that gives us such a robust opportunity to make sense of it! Impose your will upon the world I say! Make the shadows what you wish them to be! Let your perspective shape reality. Yaksha Dokuja. Pleased to meet you."