PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[bonetiddies]

[That's probably what she eats for every meal.]

I don't need to be taught. I doubt at that speed you can really comprehend anything.

[headmt]

How in the hells would I know?

[Just sitting on the edge of the bed, stealing a saltine.]

You can't say I'm not getting better. I'm much better than I was!

[bonetiddies]

You are. Your progress is actually extraordinarily rapid. Enjoy my willingness to clarify my jabs while you can.

[headmt]

I am! I'm enjoying it a lot! I'm getting quite the ego this week.

[Huff.]

But it's-- I pick things up quickly. Quite quick to learn to talk as well. Swords came naturally. Primrose called it muscle memory.

[bonetiddies]

Yes. I think she's certainly correct about that.

[headmt]

[hmph. terrible. well,]

Are you going to speak to Misa?

[bonetiddies]

Yes, I intend to. Greed was very clear that it's important to do so, but in this instance I also feel I ought to.

[headmt]

[his tail thumps around like an irritated cat.]

Ought to is bullshit.

... Be careful. She's full of it, that one.

[bonetiddies]

Oh, I know that. Maybe you think I'm silly. I was so angry when others were falling for her crocodile tears, and then I fell for them, too.

But I did something cruel to her, for reasons that were entirely selfish.

[headmt]

I don't think you're silly. What I think is that Misa is much more dangerous than she appears. Managed to wrap more than a few of us around her finger.

[He feels much less badly for her now.]

[bonetiddies]

I suppose I can't shake the feeling that it wasn't all a lie. Her - distress and confusion, waking up burnt and obsessed with making sure no one died.