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“So you destroy what is created. Is that what I’m hearing?”
“It’s all for naught anyways! Destruction is bound to happen to every living thing. You and I will someday crumble-“
“Die. I do not ‘crumble’.”
“…Yeah, yeah, sure. But everything on this planet will turn to dust anyways! Why not get rid of boredom by speeding up the job?”
“…gods, you are just as bad as Zeus. You have no remorse for anyone but yourself.”
“That’s not true! I care for those that follow me. Anyone else…well…”
“Let me guess. ‘It was bound to happen’?”
“Exactly! See, you’re beginning to pick it up now!”
“No. I’m not.”
Mními’s lower half twitched, her legs clicking together. Burning Spice leaned to the side with crossed arms to glance at her centipede half.
“..what’s it like?”
“…what?”
“Having the choice to have a centipede half. I don’t have that option. I only have these damned feelers, which don’t do jackshit.”
“Your…your antennae, you mean?”
“No. Feelers. These things don’t qualify as antennae.”
“Uh..sure. And to answer your question, I mean…it’s strange. Apoleia has it easier. I mean, I’m not saying it’s all bad. I can climb on walls, and ceilings, and it makes me faster and freakishly tall…but I can’t walk backwards like this. And it takes up space. It makes it hard to do every day stuff with my centipede half. So normally I just..wait until assignments to use it.”
“…hm…”
Burning Spice was lost in thought. He’d always wished to have more insect qualities that looped back to his original inspiration. But all the damned Witches had given him were these ‘feelers’ that were merely decoration. He felt as if a part of him was…jealous, of this minor goddess. She could do all these things that he deserved to be able to do as well. It wasn’t fair! His original task was creating change in routines while hers was simply creating amnesiacs, and yet she got more abilities than him?! This was an outrage! His mental ramblings kept going, some slipping out as barely-audible whispers, when her voice jolted him back to reality.
“Is…is something wrong..?”
“…wrong…wait, what? Huh? Oh, no, nothings wrong! Nothing bothers the Great Destroyer!”
“Hmm…ok then..”
“I don’t want to talk about that topic anymore! Let us move on!”
“..ok. What do you want to talk about then?”
“Hm…” Granted, he didn’t really want to continue conversing with this navy blue freak, but something compelled him to keep going..maybe curiosity over her abilities? Maybe jealousy over her hybridity? He would find out, whether it was the last thing he did…
“…tell me more about this…Apoleia you speak of!”
“Oh, her? Gods, she’s a package deal. I hope you’re ready to be here for a while.”
“Hah! I could stay here all night.”
“Let’s see if you can.”