"That venom would be warranted if I were the Ichinose Kuon from your world. Streaks of greyed hair, right? Quite a bit older?" she asked blithely, still holding the mug cupped in her hands to let it warm and steady her fingers. "Doesn't know the Phantom Thieves. Never worked with them. Quite a different person."
She paused to take a long sip, the warmth a comfort and matching the pleasant numbness that Azathoth had given her. From over the lip of it, she gave Zenkichi a scathing glare with a plastered on smile.
"Probably unwilling to even consider helping dismantle her creation. Probably wouldn't even do it to alternate world EMMAs unless her own was on the line. I doubt she'd ever consider doing something responsible to help another universe in peril."
Zenkichi returned her glare with his own and the way she went on and on and on was exhausting enough that Takuto's presence was grounding. Nearly.
Heard the voice- smooth, self-soothing, curling smug around the facts she could twist just enough to sound helpful. Heard the way she said "your world" like it was a story she wasn't part of. Like she could stand outside it and analyze it under a microscope.
When she was done speaking, he let out scoff.
"She wasn't older. Not where it showed on her face."
His voice was dry. Firm. Too calm.
"Emma kept her young. Made her clean. Untouched. No sleep. No hunger. Gave her white hair that resembled its own form. So much so she could show up as literally anyone."
Eyes narrowed just slightly behind his mask.
"Because she'd already stopped being human." The tone was even because really, he had no use of trying to spare her time and energy.
"And you would be surprised with how desperate that Kuon is to keep her dolls alive."
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She paused to take a long sip, the warmth a comfort and matching the pleasant numbness that Azathoth had given her. From over the lip of it, she gave Zenkichi a scathing glare with a plastered on smile.
"Probably unwilling to even consider helping dismantle her creation. Probably wouldn't even do it to alternate world EMMAs unless her own was on the line. I doubt she'd ever consider doing something responsible to help another universe in peril."
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Heard the voice- smooth, self-soothing, curling smug around the facts she could twist just enough to sound helpful. Heard the way she said "your world" like it was a story she wasn't part of. Like she could stand outside it and analyze it under a microscope.
When she was done speaking, he let out scoff.
"She wasn't older. Not where it showed on her face."
His voice was dry. Firm. Too calm.
"Emma kept her young. Made her clean. Untouched. No sleep. No hunger. Gave her white hair that resembled its own form. So much so she could show up as literally anyone."
Eyes narrowed just slightly behind his mask.
"Because she'd already stopped being human." The tone was even because really, he had no use of trying to spare her time and energy.
"And you would be surprised with how desperate that Kuon is to keep her dolls alive."
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"You really don't know yourself, do you?"