*Vaseraga stops laughing at Jillian's question, and his tone turns dead serious. It's very unbecoming of him, but it has to happen once or twice.*
Vaseraga: Politics, Miss Jillian. 
*He then roars in laughter again, cause of the seriousness of his response, his broad shoulders bouncing up and down with his heartfelt laughter of what he thinks to be extremely funny.*

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*Zeta's lips turn down into a sneer as she watches Vaseraga laugh like nothing happened, while she can barely talk properly due to her armour still being super tight around her neck. She does hate him, and that is really weighing upon her emotions because there was a time she didn't hate him, and those memories and her current feelings are clashing like two armies in the battleground that is her mind.* 

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*Eustace eventually stops a few metres away from Sasha, and stares at her for a good thirty seconds. He then moves his rifle from a ready position, to his side, and then holsters it on his back. He moves his hands up to his head, making sure they're visible the entire time, cause he doesn't want to get shanked just yet, and pulls his cowl back, revealing his [url=https://static.zerochan.net/Eustace.%28Granblue.Fantasy%29.full.2108789.jpg]handsome face, and cat ears on top of his head.[/url] He also does not look amused at having a sword pointed at him, regardless of how fancy the sword looks.*
Eustace: Let me look at your wounds.