The eye turns back to Eren, and you're almost certain that if it was part of a face, an eyebrow would raise. You're not sure how you know this. Try not to think about it too much.
<I would . . . not recommend that course of action . . . Daoto is . . . in a rather delicate position at the moment . . . and disturbing my work could mean . . . her death . . . and no one here . . . wants that . . . right?>
The writhing seems to die down, at least with the visible skin.
<Your courage is to be . . . applauded, boy . . . but foolhardy nonetheless . . . I am not your enemy . . . not at the moment, anyway . . . so please stop distracting me . . . I've grown to like this one . . . and I would be . . . upset if she didn't survive.>
At Kimiko's questions, the being chuckles again. It laughs rather more uproariously, and condescendingly, at Kyle's 'statement'.
<At the moment . . . I am saving her life . . . but I assure you . . . I am as real as your 'Kyubey' . . . and I only want what's best for my precious Daoto . . . allow me to show you something . . . >
There almost seems to be something resembling a hint of actual affection in it's words. You know, beneath all the layers of disturbingness and horror.
The back of the shirt writhes a little bit more, though overall it's died down significantly, and it lifts up, revealing a metal covering that follows her spine, and seems to curve back into her body at the tailbone. The skin only seems to move and bulge across about half of her back.
<Daoto has a . . . condition . . . that results in the loss of control of her motor system . . . I have been helping her with that . . . allowing her to walk, and speak without slur . . . granted, before she made her wish I was not so . . . capable . . . as I am now . . . but then, neither was she . . . >