‘I’m not, I’m merely telling an immature brat to be less reckless.’ She sneered at the Zaunite, folding her arms behind her back.
‘You may understand how that contraption works, but your mistakes will catch up with you. Mark my words. One slip and you may find yourself in a heap of trouble.’
“And I’m telling an old TIN CAN to mind her own damn business.” Ekko shrugged. “Hoping to get better results that you.”
The he sighed. “Okay. Then, if my mistakes are coming to get me back, are saying that I’m somehow destined to fail at some point?” Ekko simply stared at her, not even attempting to mask his amusement. “‘Cause talking to a guy like me about FATE is a total joke, and if you want to talk karma, I’m afraid you have it coming yourself.”
“Knives, let me keep this real. As it stands, you wouldn’t know a mistake from me if i BLEW you up to bits seven times in a row with it.”