"Rather tilts our last conversation in my favor, hmm?" Sato's tone was sweet as poison.
He was a proud one, she'd grant him that; the fool boy was clearly running on his last drags yet he remained standing, eyes locked on hers. There was something to be said for the god stock; they had grit.
"You are older than most countries," Sato said pitilessly. "One would think you'd be better prepared for these sort of--" her dark eyes narrowed-- "accidents. This is contemptible."
But worse, it worried her. The goldfinch...no, there should've been no pretty, little bird to greet and guide him. Especially not that particular bit of dreaming.
Oh, Mi-chan, what am I going to do with you?
"Which friend, exactly, were you trying to enlist?" She crossed her arms, now looking more academic than malicious. "And do relax, Asterion; if I'd come here to harm, you'd already be bleeding. I'm more interested in correcting whatever damage caused in my name."