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“Samael? I don’t know what he did, but he’s more crooked than a politician. Why, I’d probably think his moralities are worse than that Trump fella. At least Trump likes a select few of people–that crooked man sees everyone as chess pieces.”
The Russian’s eyes began to soften, and she glanced to the bay where she once lived. For Nine Months… Nine Months, she hadn’t said a word about Yukio or his presence. Not since her 23rd birthday…
“Yukio…Okumura…” The words fell off of her lips as her head bowed. “He’s…Gone. It’s been nine months and he’s gone.” Tail drooped, as well as her head tilting. “He came back for a bit, then left again. I…Don’t know how to feel about him. I know I do care for the guy–he’s been through hard times and I’ve helped him through it. But…”
The Chimera bit her lip, walking towards the dresser where the Illuminati’s various garbs were splayed. Specifically the sash which went around the arm.
“…I play for a different team. In my pursuits for Yukio I have learned many things about myself. I’ve changed. He’s probably changed, too… I’m not the same monster he knew..”