Tyzias(?) shrugs, apparently unbothered by Michael's meatbag collapsing. "Eh, it's a new thing. Second performance ever is in Soleil soon. Wanna come?" What Michael sees is... odd. That's definitely part of Tyzias's soul, but it's been stained back and hollowed out. Perhaps even stranger is that it's absolutely full to bursting with emotion despite its desperate state: happiness, passion, killing intent, joy, contentment... All of those emotions are not supposed to be there anymore.