New Year, Old Faces
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"Hello Hot Pants. I can’t say that it’s very surprising to see you here, perhaps only that it took so long before I ran into a version of you at all."
For someone that was pretty much responsible for her death, Funny was certainly being nonchalant about seeing her here. This place had offered up far worse surprises for him after all.
She freezes up for a moment. That initial feeling- whether it be dread, hatred, disgust- is profound, but when this iteration of the President isn't overtly antagonistic she pauses the hand that immediately snatches towards her holster and Cream Starter. She had found nothing of Lucy, of the Corpse, for all of her dogged tracking. They had killed Valentine tens of times over, so if the situations of this place were similar...
"I have no quarrel with you at the moment, Valentine. Are we agreed?"
She had no time for questions of nemeses and rivalries that were currently irrelevant. Find the Son, return him, and be forgiven by the Father- that was her only concern- what had always been her only true concern in the race- wasn't it?
Not once does she lift that hand, however.
