' so what exactly do you think we should be doing instead; since you seem to have an strong opinion--- i'd like to hear it. '
@foucoeur
' you're asking the great me ? ' and despite his scoff he can't help but think to himself of course they are ; it's a challenge and not a legitimate question , lacking as much as the curious curl of a cat's tail at the end of any dialogue rife with riled-up pride . he spares one glimpse at the other's eyes behind those lenses and ends up reminded more of a certain special commander than any phantom thief . what , would this one start to push up the bridge of their glasses to keep away fog and sigh at him like clockwork too ?
when something's gone wrong , you're expected to have at least an alternative , if not a fool-proof solution . he's sure that's where the interests of the other must lie , in witnessing problem after problem and then seeking change in the subconscious . but it still doesn't feel right even after becoming privy to its details , in the sort of scratching way that would never , like swallowing a nettle and hoping it'd go down smooth only for it to catch right in the throat .
dark doesn't have anything , because there isn't anything . and he knows what's most likely to come next : so you're saying that nothing can ever be done , to just let it all happen ? foot tap-tap-taps ; azumano's dai-kaitō loathed that thought , too . still , he confesses nothing . poses a different question instead of any further opinion .
' ... do you have to be a kaitō to protect anyone ? '
charging from palace to palace , place to place with so much company , he can't imagine it . hadn't a single one thought it too extreme , too harsh , or had the saying thick as thieves grown around them just as swiftly as they had grown used to doing what they did ? it was one thing to bear your own sins . it was another to drag others into it . ' people are supposed to change on their own . the fact that anyone can potentially die from what you're doing ... ' it separates me from you .
he'd never be a wring-neck like the so-called thief of heart in front of him , seizing what was most precious to others , rotten or otherwise . instead , he'd prefer to remain a solitary black-winged vulture , stealing away what was lost or abandoned from the edge of despair and ruin , picking at trash for treasure . in the end , he's got his stubborn gripes with the posture of the other's query itself .
' look , i said i didn't like it . not that i'd do anything to stop you or your creepy little circus . don't suddenly make me the boss of you , because i don't believe in that either . ' a single huff . stretching them outwards from the long branches of his back , his feathers ruffle ; rustle with discontent . ' you'd just better be careful . a kaitō only has the right to call themselves mannerly until they're a murderer . '
