No, I suppose she wouldn't. A liar to the bitter end, isn't she?
[ even now, there's a soft fondness that creeps into the words - both lovesick and sick, a perfect blend of adoration and venom. ]
Then allow me to be frank. [ she speaks calmly, as if they aren't talking about something truly horrendous. ] As one who lives in loops, Rika is bound to this little game of ours. Back home, yes, but even here as well.
[ she reaches forward, laying a fingertip on the knife's handle but making no attempt to grab it. ]
Death is little more than an inconvenience to us. This place is no different. [ idly, spinning the knife with her finger: ] I assume you have no need for a demonstration?
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[ even now, there's a soft fondness that creeps into the words - both lovesick and sick, a perfect blend of adoration and venom. ]
Then allow me to be frank. [ she speaks calmly, as if they aren't talking about something truly horrendous. ] As one who lives in loops, Rika is bound to this little game of ours. Back home, yes, but even here as well.
[ she reaches forward, laying a fingertip on the knife's handle but making no attempt to grab it. ]
Death is little more than an inconvenience to us. This place is no different. [ idly, spinning the knife with her finger: ] I assume you have no need for a demonstration?