Kire listened to the two talk, about to ask about Ziad some more when something, or someone, had caught Ruli’s eye and made him look away like he wanted the ground to swallow him up. Kire raised a brow and turned to look just as a man with a scarred eye and black hair tossed something their way. “Hm.” His hostility made Rulitus seem warm and accommodating by comparison. While she didn’t frown at him, she didn’t balk at the hatred in his eyes, either. She said nothing when he spoke about her, then looked back to Ruli when this man practically wished death upon him. [i]Hm. Might explain why he looks like shit.[/i] She noted that Ruli offered no argument, had none of the stubbornness she had been accustomed to seeing. [i]More guilt.[/i] Kire was starting to get an inkling on why; Rulitus not coming with them in exile here didn’t warrant such a venomous response. There was something else. [i]Why did he think he and Envy were not on the best of terms?[/i] 

She hummed a little in thought at the Kartaian’s comment. “It’s been half a year. And he’s only shown up today. Forgiveness takes time for us mere mortals, Envy,” Kire replied, a small smirk on her face. She had been on both sides of that kind of anger, she knew. “The wounds are still fresh. I’d have thought I’d find more of this Zekiel’s anger when I arrived here with Akuma’s face, to be frank.” She looked around at the people having their meal as they returned to their dinner, shaking off the awkward silence. “If he’s that angry, I suppose that meant he cared deeply. Hopefully deeply enough that he’d forgive whatever it was that Rulitus did.” She almost asked then and there what it was he did and confirm her vague hunches.