[It's so shallow. To say her intent, and have it be treated as if she managed it. Social interaction is built on a billion of these little fallacies. As the detective, she knows how to wield authority, even among those that don't particularly like her. She wouldn't be able to use the ability if it was backed only by her magic.
She looks away from Mio, suddenly finding it hard to look at her.
She feels nothing at all the death. She feels nothing at all the cruelty. In another life, she'd be standing by Makima's side and sneering as Beelzebub dies. But there's a sickness growing inside of her. Not boredom, like her master or her master's lover. Something far more poisonous, and she can't say she has no regrets anymore.]
...It'll mean more once I - we've dismantled this little game. [Another useless sentiment. But it's all she can offer. She is the detective. She unravels mysteries. There is nothing else about her of value.] You did well, for the record. In trial.
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She looks away from Mio, suddenly finding it hard to look at her.
She feels nothing at all the death. She feels nothing at all the cruelty. In another life, she'd be standing by Makima's side and sneering as Beelzebub dies. But there's a sickness growing inside of her. Not boredom, like her master or her master's lover. Something far more poisonous, and she can't say she has no regrets anymore.]
...It'll mean more once I - we've dismantled this little game. [Another useless sentiment. But it's all she can offer. She is the detective. She unravels mysteries. There is nothing else about her of value.] You did well, for the record. In trial.