“hope i’m not out of line if i say your life lacks direction right now." - Who's the one saying this? Who else, of course, but TATARI.
...Seriously? Was that all he had to say?
There was something weirdly comforting in meeting with an old enemy again. Somehow, repetitively, over and over like some strange promise gone awry. Not that there was anything as romantic as that remotely connecting the two of them, but seeing the Night of Wallachia around gave her some form of odd comfort. Yes, it was easier to compare this blood thirsty idiot to something like a security blanket. An old faithful.
Didn’t mean she still didn’t want to kick him through a window, but as they had lost Chaldea’s headquarters, she could not do that. So she settled for being vaguely snarky.
“I think the same kould be said for you, you walking natural disaster! Guess we both failed at what we wanted to do, huh?” The two of them became what they became through different means, but the goal was generally the same despite the paths they took. “You’re about as listless as I.”