"Well… hmm… do I kill mama, or do I kill papa…?" in her barrier, she summoned the two: both still wrapped in vines, fast asleep in their illusionairy pleasant dreams.
"Well… things like family and friends don’t really mean anything to me, anymore. So it’s not like I’d feel particularly bad about it," as she said that, the tentacle-vines wrapped around their throats, Junko and Tomohisa both showing discomfort, but unable to fight back. "… But if I had to chose one or the other, I’d chose mama!"
"I mean, it’s nothing personal, really. But papa is a lot more emotional than mama is, so I think mama dying -especially brutally- would cause him a lot more grief than vice versa. A lot more despair for me to siphon from him, so I can get more energy in the grand scheme of things, ya know?"
"Nothing personal whatsoever, you know? Just logic~"