"I’m far from perfect, Theo! You, of all people, should know that. After all, you can sense the Personae I wield. Don’t those show my flaws?"
"But you—- you help me with my Personae and assist me in keeping track of all of them through your Compendium. You also provide me information on the side and help with my own requests at times. You’re a kind soul. Ah! And you’re a gentleman. Very courteous." She remarked with a delicate simper, nothing but authenticity in her words as she peered up at the older male through long lashes.
"I think that makes for a Perfect Assistant, don’t you think?"
"You speak bittersweet lies, Minako-sama." Vehement denial sharpened his otherwise demure tone of voice, like a knife sheathed under woven cotton. "What you perceive as your flaws, I see as a fragment of your perfection. However, I despise that you would put me above you. It makes me angry, almost, that you would engage in this mendacity."
The amber that pigmented his gaze, while always glimmering with an ethereal quality, glowed more dimly, more resentfully than the gentleman from whom he had emerged.
"The reasons you see me as perfect are the exact same reasons I am lowly scum. I assist you in your journey to death. We are actors of a play, and it is I who must help sacrifice you." Theodore loathed his role; she smiled so beauteously, so cheerfully, and it was his duty to rip her freedom and happiness away. Oh, how the attendant simply wished to protect her, lock her away from a world undeserving of her soul. "So... Do not speak such degrading falsities."