[ The question is so unexpected in a way that Sebastian can’t help but laugh. It’s cruel (though perhaps all his laughs sound cruel to her ears), but there’s a warm, easy quality that makes it clear that it’s genuine. There’s delight that’s conveyed with startling clarity compared to how little else he’s felt. ]
What a dear question. It simply does not matter to me.
[ He says it like it’s obvious. In a way, he’s surprised that it isn’t her assumption already, but it’s because her turns of phrase to call him a “demon” happened to be accurate. ]
I do not particularly care if it is gone or not. If it is truly my world, then you should rejoice for it. The realms are freed of countless devilkin, though few would come to my rank, true… [ It’s arrogantly stated, but it’s also the casual arrogance of someone with the confidence of being able to prove their claim easily. ] It is not a matter of belief for me. It is a matter of who best will satisfy my hungers.
[She has yet to hear a laugh from his lips that she would ever call "kindly" or even just "entertained". There's something sharp in it always, and even taking into account that she is a woman inclined to see sharpness everywhere in the world... It offends her still.
The mental equivalent of spitting in distaste. Mental spit.]
I do not rejoice in the possibility of a power existing that is strong enough and chaotic enough to destroy worlds, whether that world "deserves" to be put to the torch or not.
[And anyone who does, as far as she's concerned, is completely insane.]
Go back to Horos if you hunger for more of what demons eat.
[Not that she... actually knows what that is, but. It must be blood or violence. Something Ashura-like.]
[ There’s just a light hum of interest at her first response, since it’s much kinder than he expected. And foolish. If there’s a realm to rejoice for being destroyed, it would surely be his, and that was simply an objective fact. But he doesn’t comment on that portion of what she says. It’s left as a simple curiosity. ]
Oh, that place held nothing for me. I arrived at Horos absolutely ravenous. I had not fed for decades, because hunger makes an excellent meal all the sweeter, you know.
[ …Probably not, he knows. That particular habit of his of fasting was unusual, and it was a luxury only a creature like him could afford. ]
But Horos inherently denied me what I desired. I could not explain it well, since I never had time to truly learn its mysteries… But the mortal souls I feed upon were simply out of my grasp.
[ There’s an easy, casual nature to admitting this as if he were explaining that he was a vegetarian or something of the like. But she may pick up on what’s unsaid by implication. Clearly, whatever stopped him in Horos didn’t stop him here. ]
[No. She doesn't know. Hayame has never been someone who relished in her meals. She ate to fuel her body, and taste was inconsequential. Even something as simple as exclaiming that something was delicious didn't fit with the image of the cold, competent warrior she had cultivated, so hunger? It just makes you hungry, and eventually weak.
But of course. Of course he eats souls, this demon unlike the demons she had known from story and song. ... Was it because they had been "aions", no longer "mortal", that he could not feast upon them? No, what did she care-]
Do you think I care about your foul diet?
[She doesn't want to believe in a person being able to eat souls than she wants to believe in worlds being destroyed.]
You won't be eating mine, whether you've wormed your way into my head or not.
Ah, that you need not worry about. To put it simply, you are not my type!
[ A lie, mostly. Her soul is absolutely one that he would consider ripping out to savor. There’s darkness and despair there, which were both delectable to his tongue… But he knows she would be unlikely to agree to the terms of a Covenant in the first place, even setting aside their differences. There’s a simple pride there where he’s fairly certain that there’s nothing he could offer that she would take.
But he’ll phrase it that way just to potentially rankle her. ]
I am a bit surprised though, I must say. You truly do not rejoice for any world being gone? Even one as wicked as mine?
[Not his type. Is she above getting angry over how dismissive that is, even though she doesn't want to be "his type"? ... No.]
I do not.
[She truly doesn't. Even if a world was befouled and she judged it worth destruction... The idea of something being capable of that destruction was too terrifying to desire. Why- ?]
Because I am no demon.
[Not like that boy who had eaten the flesh of humans off their bones. Not like the man who had plucked her eye from her skull.]
[ There’s amusement that comes through first that’s almost light and airy in its quality. There’s something he finds delightful about her principles, and it’s where he sees the quality that had been mentioned in that first group Communion. How honorable indeed. ]
I am not the sort to rejoice for worlds being gone either, you know. It is against my interests just as much as any other. More so, perhaps.
[ To be fair, he’s not exactly trying to find common ground here… Or, more accurately, he doesn’t really think it’s possible with Hayame. These are the kinds of arguments he would genuinely offer, but she doesn’t strike him as the sort to really, well. Care. ]
Is it not? Why, even a wolf would despair a bit if every rabbit in the world were gone, would it not?
[ The predator-prey relationship is clear with that comparison, but he still elaborates a bit more. ]
You are simply upset that my attachment is not based on emotion or sentimentality. But as I’ve neither of those things in any meaningful way, what is there but the practical? No creature wishes to starve, including myself.
[If it were one thing Hayame was, it was sure... whether it hurt her in the end to be that rigid or it didn't. She did not bend until she broke. And maybe, just maybe, having a demon in her head has caused cracks to form, but she-]
I'm not upset about what your attachment is or isn't. I am saying that you not wishing to starve is nothing at all in comparison to those with far nobler or more honorable goals.
[ Sebastian laughs easily and warmly, and even if he’s not any more thrilled about her anger, it’s at least more fun to provoke it himself. It’s why he catches the implication and digs in. ]
[Thankfully... There were apparently things she was capable yet of guarding from him, even in her own head. Because judging by the flash of deep-seated self-hatred that flares when he asks that...]
No.
[She might be doing what she is out of honor, a desire to atone, but she would never claim that her goals were noble. Not after what she'd done to require it be necessary.]
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What a dear question. It simply does not matter to me.
[ He says it like it’s obvious. In a way, he’s surprised that it isn’t her assumption already, but it’s because her turns of phrase to call him a “demon” happened to be accurate. ]
I do not particularly care if it is gone or not. If it is truly my world, then you should rejoice for it. The realms are freed of countless devilkin, though few would come to my rank, true… [ It’s arrogantly stated, but it’s also the casual arrogance of someone with the confidence of being able to prove their claim easily. ] It is not a matter of belief for me. It is a matter of who best will satisfy my hungers.
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The mental equivalent of spitting in distaste. Mental spit.]
I do not rejoice in the possibility of a power existing that is strong enough and chaotic enough to destroy worlds, whether that world "deserves" to be put to the torch or not.
[And anyone who does, as far as she's concerned, is completely insane.]
Go back to Horos if you hunger for more of what demons eat.
[Not that she... actually knows what that is, but. It must be blood or violence. Something Ashura-like.]
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Oh, that place held nothing for me. I arrived at Horos absolutely ravenous. I had not fed for decades, because hunger makes an excellent meal all the sweeter, you know.
[ …Probably not, he knows. That particular habit of his of fasting was unusual, and it was a luxury only a creature like him could afford. ]
But Horos inherently denied me what I desired. I could not explain it well, since I never had time to truly learn its mysteries… But the mortal souls I feed upon were simply out of my grasp.
[ There’s an easy, casual nature to admitting this as if he were explaining that he was a vegetarian or something of the like. But she may pick up on what’s unsaid by implication. Clearly, whatever stopped him in Horos didn’t stop him here. ]
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But of course. Of course he eats souls, this demon unlike the demons she had known from story and song. ... Was it because they had been "aions", no longer "mortal", that he could not feast upon them? No, what did she care-]
Do you think I care about your foul diet?
[She doesn't want to believe in a person being able to eat souls than she wants to believe in worlds being destroyed.]
You won't be eating mine, whether you've wormed your way into my head or not.
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[ A lie, mostly. Her soul is absolutely one that he would consider ripping out to savor. There’s darkness and despair there, which were both delectable to his tongue… But he knows she would be unlikely to agree to the terms of a Covenant in the first place, even setting aside their differences. There’s a simple pride there where he’s fairly certain that there’s nothing he could offer that she would take.
But he’ll phrase it that way just to potentially rankle her. ]
I am a bit surprised though, I must say. You truly do not rejoice for any world being gone? Even one as wicked as mine?
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I do not.
[She truly doesn't. Even if a world was befouled and she judged it worth destruction... The idea of something being capable of that destruction was too terrifying to desire. Why- ?]
Because I am no demon.
[Not like that boy who had eaten the flesh of humans off their bones. Not like the man who had plucked her eye from her skull.]
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I am not the sort to rejoice for worlds being gone either, you know. It is against my interests just as much as any other. More so, perhaps.
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Your interest in eating?
[She doesn’t bother hiding her disgust. She hadn’t over Mikuni’s “diet” and she wouldn’t over this man’s.]
Do not even begin to think that is comparable.
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Is it not? Why, even a wolf would despair a bit if every rabbit in the world were gone, would it not?
[ The predator-prey relationship is clear with that comparison, but he still elaborates a bit more. ]
You are simply upset that my attachment is not based on emotion or sentimentality. But as I’ve neither of those things in any meaningful way, what is there but the practical? No creature wishes to starve, including myself.
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[If it were one thing Hayame was, it was sure... whether it hurt her in the end to be that rigid or it didn't. She did not bend until she broke. And maybe, just maybe, having a demon in her head has caused cracks to form, but she-]
I'm not upset about what your attachment is or isn't. I am saying that you not wishing to starve is nothing at all in comparison to those with far nobler or more honorable goals.
[... She doesn't say "like me", but-]
But what would a demon know about that anyway.
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Oh? Nobler and honorable goals like your own?
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No.
[She might be doing what she is out of honor, a desire to atone, but she would never claim that her goals were noble. Not after what she'd done to require it be necessary.]
Not like mine.
[You presumptuous bastard.]