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[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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[lutea]

I do not want to be an Endless Witch. My magic is greater than that.

[She says that, smiling - though that cruel glint in her eyes comes back.]

I want to win for one reason only - to keep this face. Anything else is irrelevant.

[excavated]

That alone? For what reason?

[lutea]

You don't need to know.

[That flame of hers flares up - the feeling of a curse washing over him again.]

You're a mere piece, despite your connection to Kimihiro. I have told you more than enough.

[excavated]

. . . [ He probably shouldn't push it too much. He knows that if he does, he might be in a dangerous position. ] Since when did you start calling him by his first name?

[lutea]

....Since a while ago.

[She smiles, though it's a sharp smirk.]

Witches talk to one another, you know.

[excavated]

You better not have been making him miserable. [ He's not actually surprised about the 'witches talk to one another' because that just seems obvious. ]

[lutea]

[When he says that, a flash of anger can be seen in her eyes, before it fades.]

I have spoke to him as a Witch to a Witch would. No human would understand that sort of bond, regardless of how close to him you are.

[excavated]

[ He sees that flash of anger, but is completely undeterred by it in the slightest bit. ] And why exactly do you believe that? Kimihiro wasn't always a Witch. Surely you of all people know that, right?

[lutea]

Neither was I, you foolish boy.

[She stares at him, angrily again.]

And you cannot claim you understand everything about him. You cannot. You have not even experienced a fraction of what he has, in order to claim the title he has.

I have. And thus, we understand each other more than anyone in those regards.

[excavated]

. . . [ He figured. He had a guess for a while now but never said anything aloud about it. Nevertheless, his voice remains firm, and his expression serious. Unwavering. There's no anger to it. Not even the words he follows up with. Rather... there's pity. Sadness. Regret. And a touch of guilt. ] You're right, Witch. Even if we might share the same existence our paths diverged a long time ago. We made our choices. My pain and suffering is nothing compared to his. And I understand that. I understand that I helped create that. He is me, yet not. I know. That's why we're so different. Even if your suffering is closer to his - even if you might understand him because you've suffered for just as long as he has, if not longer, that doesn't mean that it is impossible for me to understand him.

[lutea]

[And in response to that...she just scoffs, turning away.]

Then you're truly a fool. Stop - sounding like-

[She pauses, though since her back is turned, it's hard to see what her expression is.

After a moment of struggle, she shakes her head.]

...You will come to regret those words.

[excavated]

[ A part of him wonders what she means by that. But that isn't important right now. Not to him. ]

I've only ever regretted what I couldn't do. Not what I have done or said. No matter how painful it might be, I will do everything in my power to make the choices so this story doesn't have a sad ending.

Even if that means I might wind up hurting him again.

[lutea]

[She knows, more than he does at this moment, what he will eventually end up doing.

Traitor.

Those like him....are why humanity can't be trusted.]

...Get out.

[Her voice is cold, icy - but it's also dangerous.]