Relius Clover
"Is it truly so wrong for me to be greedy? The diversity of the flesh is almost as bountiful as the uniqueness of the soul, though many men would argue it is the soul that colors the pleasure of said flesh."
The second Relius's hand touched her head, he began his journey. Perhaps the greatest thing about this city was the opportunity to go on such long pilgrimages, trips through the soul that could last. Even without delving into her history, her soul felt warm but dry, akin to a rotting piece of flesh, one that revels in its own destruction. To say this woman had a unique experience is an understatement. Her body had experienced every torment imaginable, while her mind was broken long ago. Somewhere along the line, she become a spectator to her own rotting corpse.
"I see," he muttered aloud. "I suppose this one will be useful as a prototype, but her capacity for hate is... underwhelming at the surface. But let us explore a bit more."
He glanced at Orienna for a moment. "In the event that she escapes, I want you to prioritize restraining her above all else. My safety is to come second as long as Ignis remains."
With that matter settled, he returned his attention to the canine. He began returning the memories to her mind, a simple tactic, making them as vivid and real as the first time she experienced them.
Medaka
With the winds faded, Medaka stood up, walking her and whispering, "I suppose I am not all that special, not in this city at least," she admitted, her sadness in that statement clear. "However, I find that there are still things I can do that others cannot."
Regardless of what the girl would do, Medaka would end the interaction holding the staff. After all, her brand of stealing was one that transcended speed and even reflexes. Of course, it would not be painless. Her hand would be burned in the process.
