[ If there had been any doubt, it was gone in an instant. In a flash, they moved past the hypothetical, though if Alastor was expecting her to freak out, he can keep waiting. Her stomach drops at the familiarity of his words, like she's heard them all before, and for a moment, the world seems to pass her by.
The temperature drops, and the crown of irises she wears on her head seems to droop slightly.
He's talking about New Orleans. But in her mind, she can only see Great Britain. ]
You... You are New Orleans' very own Reaper.
[ Even as she says that, however, something doesn't fit quite right. There's something wrong with me. I'm a monster that enjoys the kill. She's never met Hyde, but that only allows her mind to fill in the blanks the only way she knows how. She still remembers the cold look Kazuma gave her when he laughed, the stifling air of the greenhouse. She shivers, taking another step back. ]
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The temperature drops, and the crown of irises she wears on her head seems to droop slightly.
He's talking about New Orleans. But in her mind, she can only see Great Britain. ]
You... You are New Orleans' very own Reaper.
[ Even as she says that, however, something doesn't fit quite right. There's something wrong with me. I'm a monster that enjoys the kill. She's never met Hyde, but that only allows her mind to fill in the blanks the only way she knows how. She still remembers the cold look Kazuma gave her when he laughed, the stifling air of the greenhouse. She shivers, taking another step back. ]