[Karl can all but taste Kira's anger. He wants to goad it to the surface. Get a rise out of this Lord of Lies. Chaos - any chaos - is what he wants to lose himself into.]
[Mockingly, caressingly, he strokes a hand down Setsuna's caught wrist. Nails digging in, oozing lines of blood. Caught-up as he is, he doesn't notice the slithering vines. Yet.]
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[Mockingly, caressingly, he strokes a hand down Setsuna's caught wrist. Nails digging in, oozing lines of blood. Caught-up as he is, he doesn't notice the slithering vines. Yet.]
And I told you, I'd rather it be someone else.
[A dagger-sharp smirk.]
You're interrupting.