"What's it... y'know, doing?"

"I have no idea, Fluffybiscuits."

Freshly stuffed full of finely honed fighting instincts, Kat knew better (at the moment) than to take her eyes off the enemy when somebody said something surprising. But she turns her head the slightest bit toward Saber anyway, shifting her dual swords to cover the new blind spot. 

"Wait, you don't? But isn't this the part where you laugh and say you've fought thousands of giant crab monsters before?"

Saber could only offer a wan smile to the heavens. Nobody caught it. Except for me, obviously. But as far as anyone knows I'm not here, so don't spoil anything.

"That is not a crab."

"What are you talking about, of course it's a--"

"Mmm, no," said Cyanis (Cyanis?!), "I think she's actually right. Crabs are a delimshus treat and that thing's not either of those words. I don't even think it wants to eat us back, I think it's just..."

"An enemy," finished Saber, "Of all humanity. I don't need to know it to know that I hate it."

Kat took a moment to think about that. Hate did not come naturally to her, even surrounded by angry ghosts that heeded the call of a cursed sword literally made of grudges and anger. But maybe sometimes it is just that simple? Like, generally speaking a body does not wind up sealed inside of a vault deep under the earth and guarded by a magical ritual that summons nine warriors of varyingly ancient worlds, [i]two[/i] of which were dragongirls or girldragons, all with the singular intention of making sure nobody and nothing so much as touches the giant door holding it in, let alone the thing itself, if that thing is even kinda debatably above board. Right? Like, right? There's no way, right? 

Personally, I don't think that the Burrowers were all that terrible. I mean I don't know how many I'd want to share a picnic with or anything but they made some cool stuff. Like, some [i]really[/i] cool stuff. And I don't think you can do that if your heart is entirely taken over by greed and evil and stuff. I've always thought that maybe everything just got away from them a little bit. And then a lot bit. And somewhere along the line... I guess we got to this. 

It's sad. It's sad to see a thing like this, with no love. With no heart. Just pure, unfiltered greed, just me-me-mine and the will to hurt as much as possible - not necessary! Possible! - in order to get it. I've seen crabs too, Cyanis. And this ain't one of those. Can you imagine a thing that could manage to hate an eggplant farm [i]and[/i] the tractor that tills it? 

Kat's shifted her swords again. It's a subtle thing, with a planting of her feet that means she's ready to launch. Her space battle dress is flowing all around her like a river, and the howls of spirits do for her as good as any battlecry. This will finally be her rebuttal to all of Adam's arguments and valuations. 

It's time to fight a Kaiju, my little Katherine.