[ as she listens to him elaborate, there's a soft and subtle rhythmic tick buzzing inside her mind, and her lips tug into a smile that's coated with so much corruption and menace that would make anyone who isn't them feel unease in their own skin.

her eyes glisten in excitement, and she finds herself unable to control her breathing over the sheer thought of having someone who can wreak havoc alongside her. ]

... So what are you waiting for? Be dangerous with me. Why let them keep us caged up, and make us feel so small, when we're so much bigger than them?

— Is it really wrong in wanting to see the fear on our enemies' faces? To see the regret in their eyes after they've realized all the bad they've done to us? To the people we care about? Do you like hearing them beg like I do?