Shulk likes to think of himself as a very even-tempered individual - at least, ever since a certain genocidal god stopped taking up residence in his head. At the same time, he also thinks that his response to a woman around his age suddenly stepping up to him and demanding answers to confusing questions was a normal one.
“’Well,’ what?! It’s my face!”
“Why shouldn’t I have it?” He’s wondering just how he could possibly answer or even begin to understand what she’s talking about with her second - incredibly open ended - question, when she points at his Monado with clear recognition in her eyes. His blood runs icy cold, like he’s dead all over again, but at least he can answer that question.
“This,” he brandishes his Monado at her, “is mine. It’s part of myself. How do you know it?” The Monado shines brighter and brighter. Whether it’s in reaction to his own emotions, Alvis’, or some unknown third factor, he doesn’t know. “And where do you know my face from? Are you one of Zanza’s Disciples?” If this world really did really pull from different timelines in multiple universes, it wasn’t that unlikely she had been under Zanza’s rule in the past. Not with all the evidence currently stacked against her.
Distracted by her rude manner, he notices for the first time that she houses incredible power - but not just any power, like the magic users in the city hold… Ether. It’s the first time he’s sensed it from someone else in Spirale. Now he actually looks at her and sees what look like ether gems embedded into her armor. One in particular catches his attention. One that looks similar to a cross.
“Where did you get that ether gem?” He’s slightly bewildered and lowers his sword a little. It’s almost the same as Alvis’ except for the color… “Do you know Alvis? Are you a computer system too?”
Then if it was his face, that was even worse. Walking around like that, looking like the Architect - not that Mythra hated him or anything, but the entire situation. Having a Monado - or what she thought was a Monado - was already more than enough. Especially since hers had been taken away from her. And then he had the gall to ask her if she was someone’s Disciple!
“Walking around looking like that, and carrying something like that - you have to expect questions!” She huffed, “You’re not a Blade - you’re not anything like a Blade. Which means you’re a driver, and that’s definitely a Monado.” She points to the sword, a bit exaggeratedly. Both her frustrations as being disarmed and the fact that this boy was calling this Aegis his own were both battling for what annoyed her more.
And if it was a Monado, and she didn’t hers, and Malos was destroyed, then. “Don’t tell me, Ontos?” There was no way Ontos would look like that, though. As close as she was to putting it together, that was buried under some layer of frustration at the whole conversation. Even if that other half of Father knew what was going on, he wouldn’t awaken Ontos on his own. And wasn’t Zanza...
“I’m not anybody’s disciple, first of all.” Hands on her hips, she frowned, eyes narrowed. “And this is my core crystal, which should be pretty obvious. I don’t know who Alvis is, but if you want to simplify an Aegis like that, then I guess I used to collect and disseminate data.” But who the heck was Alvis? Wouldn’t that Blade belong to Ontos...? There should only be the one left.
“You walk around looking like the Architect himself, and you don’t even know what a core crystal is? That’s weird.”
