When he landed nearby, her first reaction was to tense up, and she felt the urge to leap back.... but she stood her ground. She would not be the first to draw her blade. Though she did not see his gesture ushering her to walk with him, Deja heard him start to leave and chose to walk beside him. She listened, considering all he had said up until this point. So she did offend him... but of course she did. Her father would be ashamed to hear she brought such dishonor unto anyone, even a possible adversary. Neutrality was the key to peace. As they walked, she moved her parasol to the shoulder leaning towards Dios, to shield him too from the sun out of courtesy.

"I am the samurai Deja. Adoptive daughter to the proud Samurai of Oak."

She had answered his first question with ease, but she had to continue thinking about his next question. She thought of how her potential roommate had treated her last night, and how others had treated her... fairly. Yet they were human. There was a difference between belief and what was reality... and thus, Deja could only answer in the most honest of tongues.

"There... is a bias." She said this, almost sadly. Her face turned to look towards the sound of the stream. "A Bias... I dream of one day breaking... to show that... even if we cannot exist in harmony together, we can at least coexist without hatred." Her hand moved over her heart in thought. "I have seen what hatred has done, on all ends of the spectrum, to those who did not deserve it. For... what reason? For the bearance of bone growing out of the flesh? The desire to survive on uncanny means?" 

Deja went quiet for a moment upon a sharp intake of breath, and it was clear a memory had been stirred that had upset her. The samurai kept her composure and remained silent again. When she spoke, though her passion had not faded, was now quiet and subdued.

"Such ignorance... is worth Wars to men of lesser books. I will not see such useless blood spilled in the era I might reign."