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[clockeyes]

[Another laugh.]

I think they're the most wonderful things God has ever created.

And it sounds to me that you are gathering people around you for a shield with that pretty face of yours, too. How many people will you sacrifice to save yourself? Two? Ten? A hundred?

[madamemoiselle]

[Coldly,] As many as I need to. They're not worth my loyalty.

[clockeyes]

Why? They're people. They may love you and protect you, and you turn them away? Why do you want to hurt them so badly?

[madamemoiselle]

[She looks furious for a moment, angrier than he's ever seen her. She doesn't want to hurt them, but it just happens, because they can't understand her. It's definitely their fault, not hers.]

[But the look passes, returning to a cold, even glare]

You don't understand that yet, Cherie? You're not doing a good job.

[clockeyes]

Doing a good job at what?

[His eyebrows furrow a bit in slight confusion.]

What do you mean?

[madamemoiselle]

[She takes a deep breath. His confusion is giving her the time to not explode.]

Understanding me. If you can't understand something that simple...

[Diva doesn't finish the sentence, shrugging her shoulders slightly]

[clockeyes]

I am trying my best, miss. [He exhales, trying to calm his own jumpy thoughts inside his own head.]

It isn't easy, you know...I've never been this one-on-one with someone like this before. So you have to understand that it's not like I can read you like a book. Talking to someone is much more different than watching them.

[madamemoiselle]

[Her eyes flutter in surprise, and she looks wary and doubtful. Is that... a moment of weakness? impossoburu!!]

Ah... [What's she supposed to say here?] I don't know what to tell you.

[She frowns, but shrugs shortly after the surprise passes] I'm not completely uncaring, though! That's all I meant!

[clockeyes]

[Angels have weaknesses too IT IS SHOCKING I KNOW.]

...

I know. But still, you killed people and didn't care. And you know I cannot stand behind that.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, yes, but that doesn't mean you have to make me sound like I don't care about anyone! You know I do!

[clockeyes]

Who? Your children? Is that it, though? You haven't shown that you care about anyone else in this place, except maybe your accomplice.

[madamemoiselle]

[She just... pouts...]

I care about at least someone else. [But she doesn't want to admit it, because that would mean that she cares for a human! And that he's absolutely charming.] And I don't hate everyone here. Some people are really nice.

like... 10 minutes later or something...

[madamemoiselle]

[But after seeing that Cheriour shared part of their conversation, the sweetness is gone again. And Cheriour might just notice that the room behind her is in about this shape...]

[she threw a tantrum, so what]

You're unbelievable! This is private. How dare you share it with anyone?!

[clockeyes]

[Cheriour is still annoyed by this whole thing. Really, what was Credo thinking? So he answers stiffly, not with kindness and politeness as he usually does.]

Because I needed him to know what your true thoughts are.

Be thankful that I did not share our previous conversation as well. Unless, of course, you'd like me to?

[madamemoiselle]

[She knows exactly what he's talking about, but she'll feign a misunderstanding in hopes of getting him flustered]

Ah, you could, I guess, but that's a little rude too. You shouldn't show off my body to other people.

[clockeyes]

[He lets out a laugh in amusement.]

You do realize I could only share the audio of our conversation? Sorry to disappoint you, miss, but I won't be advertising your body anytime soon, don't you worry.

[madamemoiselle]

[She laughs in turn, leaning back with an easy smile]

Oh, I am relieved! I would hate so much to be blackmailed!