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Caly only smiled serenely as she weaved another flower crown, asking for Hachiman's appearance. And when the man of the hour arrived, she still retained that smile, even if she was face to face with the main cause of Tatsuya's rampage. She was screaming, inside, staring at him, his statement only causing that screaming to tear more violently at her insides. He looked so much like Tatsuya, but at the same time was an entirely different being. Caly didn't know too much about inner Hollows, only having scant knowledge. Honestly, that should have been a thing to ask of Ulv when she had a chance. Oh well.
She stood up, walking towards Hachiman with a newly woven crown of roses, though she had been a little less precise with removing the thorns, be it through her current feelings, or a purposeful action, she didn't care. She gave Tatsuya a light peck on the cheek, whispering towards him from her short stature,"I'll deal with you, next."
So smiley, so innocent, she walked til she was standing directly in front of him, their feet hardly an inch apart, her looking up at him. She didn't even flinch when he directly referred to her as if she were a video game entity kill away from an achievement. She just stood, and smiled.
"So you're the one who got Tati to burn down Jefferson City, huh?"
With a tendril, she plopped the flower crown on his head, far less carefully than she did with Tatsuya, but in the same movement, the tendril wrapped around his neck, not very tightly, but enough that Caly could grab the other end and yank his head down to her level. It would have been less painful if he had the decency to at least wear a shirt, but Caly knew very well she wasn't dealing with a being of decency and poise. She was dealing with a city burning tyrant. The faces of the terrified citizens burned in her vision, the injured, the dying, those who managed to escape, likely with broken families and losses of preciousness..."Hi. My name is Calypso Asthavon, I don't think we formally met, with you hurting my cousy's precious friend. I didn't do anything at the time because I was scared, yknow? So horribly scared..."
Her voice instantly switched from kind and light, to heavy and slightly disordered in feel. It was like the angry voices of the fallen were creeping in her tone, her golden eyes boring into his own,"But yknow what? I decided recently, that that's stupid, doing nothing about people dying, that's fucking stupid. We demons may be creatures of high emotion and sin, but we're just as human as your filthy volcanic ass. We feel the same things as you, maybe at a different magnitude, but we still do. Happiness, sadness, madness, anger, fear, nostalgia.. The endless grocery list of emotions that are born from our souls.. We all feel them."
Her grip on her tendrils grew tighter as she drew him in closer, still retaining a smile on her face, albeit a very angered one, "We are all people. So, I know that you were probably just recently born, and probably don't know, so i'll give you a short lesson in morality; Do you know why murder is bad? Murder is bad, because you aren't simply stealing money or a TV, you are stealing a life away. You are stealing away a fantastic experience, memories, feelings, a whole person, you are depriving someone of the ability to experience and enjoy life, because of your own bullshit reasons. Everyone wants to live, i'm sure even you want to live."
Caly appeared to grow more and more nightmareish by the second, her body darkening and growing more and more rigid and scary, wicked dark tendrils whipping from her back, her eyes having changed to become pure white, with her pupils intact, her voice borderline a whisper,"Many people realize murder is wrong, just not how it's wrong, but the bare minimum is, they know it's wrong. People who murder are put away for a long time, if not, forever. That's what happened to Tati, yknow? Because of you. Now you're off to a bad, bad start. Aren't you scared of dying? Because where Tati is, is killing him inside, yknow? I can feel it, I can feel it as I stand in his dream, right now. You must be scared of him getting up and killing himself one day, right?"
Some tendrils rose up into his view, eyes rapidly opening on them, their collective pupils shrinking as they bore daggers into him with their gaze,
"Or maybe that's not what you're scared of, if you'd like, I can show you, you bad, bad boy.."