tsukiakaeru:
“You’d be surprised,” Mao purrs, almost uncomfortably so. “If you’re already willing to kill, you probably don’t think much of it at all.” He licks his paw, as if the statement was the most obvious one he could make. He sighs, before stretching his back.
“Anyway, why is a bug like you standing on two feet? Or…Upright, rather,” the cat asks. “You seem…more human than animal.”
“The one who brought up murder was you, but I’ll have you know I’ve only ever slain another being in self-defense.”
That’s actually true… for the most part.
“I have indeed seen how the moths here are fragile and miniscule. Those are nothing but feral creatures. But in the land I’ve come from, many intelligent bugs stand upright. Some on fours, still. Insects may not have been meant to gain sapience, but it was granted to them by a pale light. Not that I needed any such thing, myself.”
“Wooow,” Mao responds sarcastically. “A real fun MacGuffin. You must be so lucky to be blessed. Look at me. I’m a cat. I must be blessed too.”
“Too bad for the rest of us fragile creatures, we didn’t get hit by a plot device to make us almighty and important. Only murders in self-defense, murder is bad my ass. Look at yourself and tell me that again.”
