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[Crona startles slightly when he/she senses a soul nearby, his/her perception subdued so that it didn't register until the other is so nearby] What do you think you're looking at? [Ragnarok has his hands curled on Crona's shoulders, pushing himself up so his head is over his/hers. He says, a bit quieter because he's speaking specifically to Crona,] Go on, kill him and take his soul. It looks tasty...
[But Crona just feels tired. He/She doesn't understand it, but it's probably because of all the power reductions and restraints, and Ragnarok trying to pry and pull at their madness is affecting him/her with a strange sense of fatigue] W-Who are you? Are you from that place? Are you here to kill me? I-I don't like it here. I feel very weak here, I don't like it. [He/She is looking up, eyes wide and gaze flicking from side to side. Crona hates feeling powerless and vulnerable, and right now he/she feels just that]