"Your worst nightmare, girl." Yuri hissed, taking a few steps forward. He really didn’t appreciate the bracelet holder talking to him like this, especially when she had been tainted by that wretched Shiunin and she was sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.She was nothing more than a puppet, dancing for him and the rest of the audience…. But the line between spectator and actor was growing thinner, day by day and- like the rest of the audience- he knew that the time would come where he’d have to step on stage and he was going to have to get himself involved, personally.It angered him that he would, as he hated getting his hands dirty… But sometimes it was something that had to be done. After all, don’t they always say ‘If you want something done right, you’ve gotta do it yourself.’ or something like that? And nothing seemed to be moving, the hands of time ticking away while people remained inactive, waiting for something to set them into motion.Magenta flicked to her bracelet, more focused on her accessory than the girl herself. He wanted to know the purpose behind it… But unless he had it for his own, the fusionist had to settle for observations.