[i]Ah Death, as kind as always,[/i] Eliza heard Disease sighing in her head and she simply replied with another grunt. "A friend? No no, definitely not. Friends are those we choose to keep around for our own benefit, so as not to feel alone. I had no choice with this one," she tapped at the side of her forehead. "And it certainly hasn't saved me from anything. Actually, it is the reason I am burdened today. But the fact that I can inflict the same pain onto anyone else is satisfactory enough."

[i]Hmph, well... it seems that you are no better either, my pet,[/i] Disease whispered to her. Eliza despised being called that but she did not let her irritation get the better of her, especially not when she was in the presence of others. 

Instead, she continued speaking to the figure in front of her. "Perhaps you are right, perhaps I am dust." Eliza laughed heartily. She set down the handkerchief, which she had folded perfectly into a triangle. It was now tainted with oil and tinges of red from her lipstick. "But it should never be underestimated. Terrible things can arise from the dust for even dust is immortal."