Round 3 Witch contact post

[lutea]

[The Witch of Misfortune can be easily found wandering around, mostly in the Master Bedroom. Though seems she'll easily stop whatever she's doing and chat with you, at least...]

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[excavated]

Just a little. Since people's wishes are important, after all.

[lutea]

Oh, I'm well aware. ...Even if the veneer of being Yuuko is wearing thin in places.

[Something...dangerous flashes in her eyes.]

[excavated]

. . . [ Syaoran himself is quiet for a moment as his eyes narrow back at her. So she's actually going to admit it outright to him? ] Is that so? You should have seen this coming when you picked up that mantle.

[lutea]

Now, now. Don't start talking like that, Tsubasa.

[...No honorifics? She just smiles at him, though it's a fake smile plastered on her face, easily removable.]

I believe that soon, I won't have any reason to pretend.

[excavated]

[ It's only a single word that gets to him, but it's enough to get him to tense up, words caught up in his throat. But eventually, he speaks, quiet: ] . . . Why do you say that?

[lutea]

Oh, no reason. Just a feeling I get, you know?

But...let me warn you, Tsubasa. If I reveal who I really am, all of you will regret it.

[excavated]

[ A feeling, huh... is this something that's fated, too? ] We don't know that for certain unless it happens. And I don't regret a choice that I make. I only regret the choices I didn't make. If you plan on revealing yourself as who you really are... Then I'd rather learn about who that person is. Not this "mask" of Yuuko-san that you wear.

[lutea]

Even if they are a terrible, cruel Witch?

[She's laughing, now.]

A bold statement to make, Tsubasa. Bold, and naive.

[excavated]

I'd rather learn the truth than hide behind lies. And I can't say that I'm a good person, either. If you truly are are terrible, cruel Witch... I want to know your story. Regardless if that is naive of me.

[lutea]

....Hm.

Then I will tell you what I told another.

One day, your kindness will be the death of you.

[Standing, she turns her back to Syaoran.]

...Leave me, now. I'm tired of talking.

[excavated]

...

[ He hears those words and he has a feeling he knows who she said that to. But she says to leave and he easily complies with a polite bow and turns on his heel to do so. ]