"I would like to speak with you more, though perhaps the next time we speak, you would address me with a bit more respect. You are addressing the king of dragons."
"And what do dragons matter to a Waltz? You are being shown the respect you deserve.”
(Usually articulate lips were still in indecision.) ❝..—You spoke of nothing but your objective then; you did nothing but pursue us. How—?❞
How was I to know— But then Vivi…
O b j e c i v e — mission, mission, MiSsIOn—
He held wrists steady, fingers curling, clenching.
”How— how what. Little Princess, for all that you’ve learned you still know nothing.”
He knew what she probed for, the questions she did not speak; but he wouldn’t speak of that ill-gone assignment, his previous employ. Turn things around. Make her wish she had never seen him alive.
He drew himself up, great wings slowly rising and shoulders squared, a towering scarecrow of electric energy that buzzed and snapped.
”… you wouldn’t want me to teach you, believe me.”
❝—We thought you were destroyed in the accident at South Gate!❞
"… funny, how you use the word destroyed— as though speaking of nothing but property, an inanimate thing. Afraid to label yourself a murderer, Princess…?”
“Or do I simply mean that much to you? Keheheh—”
"Now you are just being ridiculous, Waltz. I have not interacted with you save this moment."
"You’re right. How are you enjoying this interaction? Would you like more?”
"Surely that would not be the case. What would I have done to garner such hate from you?"
"When the alternative to silence is me saying something that infuriates you, I will take the silence, regardless of how awkward it is."
"Have you stopped to think that maybe you infuriate me?”
:IIIII i think it is kinda
"No one asked you, woman!!”