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A flash of... anger? Resentment? Evil Eye couldn't place it precisely enough for her liking before her eyes and body were covered and restrained, a position from which she could truthfully do very little, even if her heart were not also being subdued. It was proof that, for as poorly as she understood her partner's capabilities, Oros understood hers [i]perfectly.[/i] It was proof that, much as she wished to do more, she knew Shatterscape was right. She was the one who required supervision. She belonged in the air, free as a bird, away from danger. Why, then, did her heart desire anything else other than what her mediocre skills lent her to? [color=firebrick][b][i]Ah, well...[/i][/b][/color] Acceptance didn't wash over her so much as it consumed her. [color=firebrick][b][i]In my next life, then.[/i][/b][/color] But whatever it was Evil Eye expected Oros to do, she didn't.

For a moment, she remained there, her body half slumped over. [color=firebrick][b]"Right. Try not to mistake me for... someone you hate,"[/b][/color] she replied half-heartedly. This feeling... she knew it well. It was the sting of failure. A part of her began to wonder just how long she could stay there, pretending she was still under Oros's spell, before anyone would notice and think it'd been a bit [i]too[/i] long. For a moment, she did remain there, and just listened. Slowly, she processed that Tsubomi was going to be okay, and Suki was going to be okay, and the light girls were going to just... walk off into the sunset, as one did. How very convenient for them. How very glamorous, how [i]picturesque.[/i] None of them would try a move against Nocnitsa, not when the cost of a loss against her was a stain on their glorious reputation as indomitable heroes of light, or whatever. As for Evil Eye, there was only ever one thing to do when she felt left behind—when her mood turned most foul—and that was to harvest more miseria.

[color=firebrick][b]"...All this excitement's going to rouse up more miseria. I'll mop them up before they turn into something nasty,"[/b][/color] she said to no one in particular. Then, she took off upwards, about a story higher than the rooftops, and began to create a bunch of winged, hooded fairies wielding little scythes. True to what she'd said, they began to mow down the nearby stragglers before flying a bit further off, accompanied by Mogall, retracing the steps of their chase with Diamond—in particular, toward the place that had baked under the gaze of the Titan. [color=firebrick][b][i]Ah. I lost a meeting with the new girl in town, too,[/i][/b][/color] she realized, as her mind flipped through the images transmitted to her.