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Peace would help. [ At the very least, it wouldn't hurt.

She shakes her head. ]

It's not off topic. It's tangential. If it's something that can be obtained, it's one less thing to worry about. Without the threat of a war, we can focus on why and how that spider demon is in the counterfeit business. What comes of selling things that mimic the Maou?

Mmmm... The Maou don't show up that often, do they? At least, I can't remember hearing about them until now. [ He'll concede he isn't the longest lived demon around either but-- ] Purrhaps it's just because they're rare? There aren't any other demons who can cry crystals, after all.

If they weren't rare, I don't think this scam could be as successful as it is.

[ Rarity can also come with lack of common knowledge. What do they know the Maou can do? ]

That people would prey on the Maou like this or on the general populace for this is awful. I can't condone any of it.

It's wrong. It's vile. It's...

[ ...a lot of other words that mean bad and terrible things. he shakes his head, slowly rolling onto his back. she may pet him if she likes. ]

Mm... [ he hesitates, staring ahead, then looks back up at her. ] Have you met any of the Maou yet, Shinobu-san?

[ She holds a hand out to him and smiles. ]

I think you can tell me if I have. Not everyone who bleeds on me makes me feel different.

[ It was quite the juxtaposition to being half-blind with a migraine. ]

[ ...ah, haha. he grabs her hand with his paws - no claws!! - and pulls it closer to rub his face against it. a sigh. ]

I was afraid that'd give me away... [ but there was no helping it. ] I'm glad it was you, though. You're kind and trustworthy... ♪

[ and lan wangji's sister.

but he doesn't cut a very gallant figure like this - he knows that - so after a few more rubs, he'll sit up properly. ears pointed forward. ]

...Mmmmhmm. I'm one of the Maou. And before you ask - [ A SIGH. ] - as of the moment, I don't really know what to do... None of us do. The gods didn't give us a list of ways to stop the world from ending or anything like that, but I can't sit by and do nothing, either. If there's something I can do to help, I want to.

[ He doesn't need a gallant figure, only a gallant heart or soul. That's what Shinobu takes into consideration more than anything else.

She can't help it, though. When he rubs his face against her one hand, she uses her other to pet him. ]

Why would I ever expect the gods to be helpful to any of us? [ She says this all lightly, but there's steel behind the look in her eyes. Her fondness of the gods does not stretch far. ] Whatever test it is they have for us, for whatever reason, would be better discarded.

Your desire to help is appreciated, Tsukasa. Thank you.

It's all I can offer. I know I'm not very useful otherwise.

[ he's not that big even transformed, he's not as powerful as some other demons, and the fact trouble sticks to him like barbs doesn't help. ]

So if there's anything, a~nything at all I can do for you... Please don't hesitate to ask. [ ah, ] I can, um... calm people. If their powers go out of control, then I'm able to get them back in line. Demons and onmyouji alike.

[ or dampen them, like in the demon parade, which i never ended up tagging for because time is a lie and i'm sweaty ]

What's useful differs for every person, but the gods chose you for a reason.

[ Even if she doesn't care for the gods, he has something others don't. That's a fact. ]

And even if they didn't, you would still matter.

[ Worth isn't determined by one thing alone, and sometimes, it doesn't even have to be one thing. ]

[ ...oh, shinobu-san... ]

Prrrr... You could've been a Maou, Shinobu-san. You're extremely kind. [ and that's what he's reasoned out connects them three: they're all kind. even if none of them really readily accept that label. ] I want to ask the gods why they chose us, to be honest, but I don't think they'd say so... Or maybe it'd be something akin to, "Well, you were the first three we saw," or something equally 'by chance'.

[ Shinobu smiles and shakes her head. ]

Who knows how the gods think? They're fickle. You have the right to know, so if kindness is why you think you're chosen, I think it's all right to go with that.

[ She is fine, not being a Maou, if she's honest. It's not that she wouldn't be willing to do what she could to help, but she would rather choose to be something than to be chosen. ]

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