/That man/. Oh, how they'd yearn to scoff and complain. They dip their chin low and snap their head in Sunday's general direction.

" How do you know that man? "

head… reaching a hand for it.

“Look where it has left you. A once gilded shepherd now lost and alone.”

More analyses ensue as the fellow maintains his monologuing... these tales are just another blip in their long life to be documented.

" What of you? Have you anything to share of yourself? "

They attempt to escape their hand from him.

what is Argenti doing? Though they are under a mask, their disposition screamed that of a babe witnessing such a gesture for the first time.

Coldly staring, an awkward stance, ought to make something out of it... the material of the knight's gauntlet has seen a fair few fights. >

Void Archives, the pleasure is all mine. "

A wicked grin is offered, sharp rows of teeth bared.

live amongst the meager humans, no? "

blatant intrusion. These ingredients are something they've never seen before...

" What an honor it is. You are... "

Never mind their voice being familiar, Sunday's face is. A moment to process...

" You are a runaway criminal, no? "

ask. I know you love to praise the good graces of the Beauty, so would you share them with me? I would like to document it. "

red strands from their palm, retracting their hand. Their own head of hair is quite messy by comparison, but just as long, if not longer.

About it becoming a lifestyle thanks to the teachings and tradition of an Aeon... they purse their lips lost in thought.

" Idrila, was it? Scratch my previous >