[ To give each and every one of their names would test Asa's patience and capacity. Arlecchino gives a small shake of her head. ]
I would be a sorry excuse for an adult if I saddled you with my problems. I believe I should be asking you about your worries instead.
[ As haughty as the girl has been, she seems young and burdened. It just so happens that Arlecchino has boundless experience with troubled youths, so one more will hardly be an issue. But first things first. Quite politely: ]
[ The fuck... just like before, Asa definitely isn't staring at Arlecchino. Except the part where she's definitely staring at Arlecchino. "The Knave"? Seriously? Maybe it's a title, but who gives a title to someone who just gave you their real name? Is she insulting her?
She tries to keep the disbelief out of her voice, but it's probably obvious just from the question she poses. ]
Sorry if this is a weird question, but what country are you from? [ Like... she pretty much figured it wasn't Japan just from looking at her, but that only narrows it down so far. ]
[ Arlecchino peacefully weathers the staring. Something tells her the reaction isn't because Asa knows about Fatui Harbingers. The girl thinks Arlecchino is being ridiculous. That is fine. ]
Why do you wish to know?
[ She can't imagine it matters, but depending on the answer, maybe she'll humor the girl. ]
[ For a second, Asa almost thinks better of it. "No reason" wouldn't be the most believable answer, but it would at least give nothing away of the truth. In the end, though: ]
Because it's rude to introduce yourself with a title when someone gives you their name. [ And just in case she hasn't dug her grave deep enough: ] Plus, isn't being a "knave", like... a bad thing? Why would you want to call yourself that?
[ Immediately, she thinks of the paper burning a hole in her pocket. Crime: mass murder. She hasn't — it was just two people! They can't be holding her accountable for Yoru's actions as well, can they? And how could this woman possibly know?
... She doesn't. She's bluffing. Asa sucks in a breath, tries to calm her heartbeat. ]
Oh, now you're accusing me? What's your problem? Are all followers of your "god" this arrogant?
[ So defensive because of a simple question. A note of amusement enters Arlecchino's voice. ]
An accusation? Nothing so crude. I only thought I might be speaking to... a kindred spirit.
[ In what way, she doesn't elaborate. Seeing the girl's (poor) attempt to calm herself, Arlecchino charitably allows her to redirect the conversation. Aggressively pointed nails rest by her mouth as she appears to think. ]
Many would call us arrogant, but "arrogance" implies that one's own sense of significance does not match reality. And I can assure you that my existence is significant.
Well, you're not. [ Speaking to a kindred spirit. ] I'm a good person. This place doesn't know what it's talking about.
[ Whatever bad things she's done, she didn't mean to do them... and if she did, it's only because the alternative was even worse. She's not a saint, but a criminal? No way. At least not in the moral sense. ]
You might be someone important where you come from, but look around. I'd say we're all equally meaningless here. At least right now.
[ The truly good rarely insist on their own virtues, but Asa is free to try to prove her wrong. More importantly, Asa has confirmed that she was indeed accused of a crime, just as Arlecchino was. Whether or not the crime is real is a different matter -- maybe even inconsequential, if any crime in a place like Fontaine would warrant arrest.
Arlecchino's reply is quick, firmness weighing on her tone. ]
We may be lacking in power at the moment, but that does not mean we're meaningless.
[ That sort of self-deprecation is more than she can abide by. Just as quickly as it comes, the firmness recedes into her former placid calm. ]
That said... I can at least agree that we're equals. As much as a "good person" like you is willing to be equal to a "bad person" such as myself. [ Teasing, of course. ]
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I would be a sorry excuse for an adult if I saddled you with my problems. I believe I should be asking you about your worries instead.
[ As haughty as the girl has been, she seems young and burdened. It just so happens that Arlecchino has boundless experience with troubled youths, so one more will hardly be an issue. But first things first. Quite politely: ]
A pleasure to meet you, Asa. I am The Knave.
[ Very normal of her. ]
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She tries to keep the disbelief out of her voice, but it's probably obvious just from the question she poses. ]
Sorry if this is a weird question, but what country are you from? [ Like... she pretty much figured it wasn't Japan just from looking at her, but that only narrows it down so far. ]
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Why do you wish to know?
[ She can't imagine it matters, but depending on the answer, maybe she'll humor the girl. ]
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Because it's rude to introduce yourself with a title when someone gives you their name. [ And just in case she hasn't dug her grave deep enough: ] Plus, isn't being a "knave", like... a bad thing? Why would you want to call yourself that?
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It was a title bestowed upon me by the god I serve. A great honor. Who am I to question her divine judgment?
[ Who indeed, given how little respect Arlecchino has for gods and fate. ]
As for why, well... it must be because I've done bad things. As have you, yes?
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... She doesn't. She's bluffing. Asa sucks in a breath, tries to calm her heartbeat. ]
Oh, now you're accusing me? What's your problem? Are all followers of your "god" this arrogant?
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An accusation? Nothing so crude. I only thought I might be speaking to... a kindred spirit.
[ In what way, she doesn't elaborate. Seeing the girl's (poor) attempt to calm herself, Arlecchino charitably allows her to redirect the conversation. Aggressively pointed nails rest by her mouth as she appears to think. ]
Many would call us arrogant, but "arrogance" implies that one's own sense of significance does not match reality. And I can assure you that my existence is significant.
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[ Whatever bad things she's done, she didn't mean to do them... and if she did, it's only because the alternative was even worse. She's not a saint, but a criminal? No way. At least not in the moral sense. ]
You might be someone important where you come from, but look around. I'd say we're all equally meaningless here. At least right now.
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Arlecchino's reply is quick, firmness weighing on her tone. ]
We may be lacking in power at the moment, but that does not mean we're meaningless.
[ That sort of self-deprecation is more than she can abide by. Just as quickly as it comes, the firmness recedes into her former placid calm. ]
That said... I can at least agree that we're equals. As much as a "good person" like you is willing to be equal to a "bad person" such as myself. [ Teasing, of course. ]