He'd been listening quietly, letting her explain as much as she could about the events that followed as he went about cleaning. The hanged man's shadow was something he expected, at least. That had been SEES entire point for existing, so there was a nod when the topic was brought up - and a small sense of pride at their accomplishments, but he couldn't stop that crackle of electricity across his shoulders when hearing about Strega's involvements.
He knew of Chidori, and Junpei's attraction for her - as ridiculous as it was at the time. Having dealings with Strega himself for those few years made it where he didn't have much of an interest in wanting to get to know any of them on a personal level, because he knew no good would come out of it.
... But, out of the three, she was the one he found the least grating on his nerves. Always quiet, and never speaking unless spoken to - the fact that Iori was able to break through that barrier with that idiotic way he did things, only caused a tiny, sad smile from underneath his coat when hearing the results.
Only for it to break the very second Ikutsuki's betrayal was brought up, turning in her direction with such a look of shock and anger, that caused the tiny cloud of snow to escalate back into that darker, electrical storm of smoldering rage as she continued.
He wanted to ask further questions - wanted to understand why, but it hit him to the point of speechlessness. Hearing that their efforts to stop the Dark Hour had only been some dumb ploy to... what? Recreate the world in his image?]
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He'd been listening quietly, letting her explain as much as she could about the events that followed as he went about cleaning. The hanged man's shadow was something he expected, at least. That had been SEES entire point for existing, so there was a nod when the topic was brought up - and a small sense of pride at their accomplishments, but he couldn't stop that crackle of electricity across his shoulders when hearing about Strega's involvements.
He knew of Chidori, and Junpei's attraction for her - as ridiculous as it was at the time. Having dealings with Strega himself for those few years made it where he didn't have much of an interest in wanting to get to know any of them on a personal level, because he knew no good would come out of it.
... But, out of the three, she was the one he found the least grating on his nerves. Always quiet, and never speaking unless spoken to - the fact that Iori was able to break through that barrier with that idiotic way he did things, only caused a tiny, sad smile from underneath his coat when hearing the results.
Only for it to break the very second Ikutsuki's betrayal was brought up, turning in her direction with such a look of shock and anger, that caused the tiny cloud of snow to escalate back into that darker, electrical storm of smoldering rage as she continued.
He wanted to ask further questions - wanted to understand why, but it hit him to the point of speechlessness. Hearing that their efforts to stop the Dark Hour had only been some dumb ploy to... what? Recreate the world in his image?]