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[espersions]

Liar. I'd recognize Eau de Fumée anywhere.

[ And that begs a question. He raises an eyebrow, quizzically. ]

Say, what have you been burning? And why?

[ Wood smoke isn't a usual sort of smell in this place. If she's been engaged in some sort of funerary ritual, he's going to have to punch something. ]

[faithfulflame]

[Mars rolls her eyes and lets out a breath, patience already wearing thin.]

I'm the Goddess of Flame and War. Why wouldn't I smell like woodsmoke?

[Please, she already doesn't really think dying is a big deal. Do you think she'd have some sort of rite for you, Hyoubu.]

I just smell like it. I decorate with wood, and I actually use my fireplace, natural smells aside.

[espersions]

Goddess of Flame and War. I'm a firefighter. This feels like fate.

[ He steps in a little nearer to her, despite the pain. Silkily: ]

But I wouldn't put out any fires you decided to set.

[faithfulflame]

[You're not funny, wow.]

Especially if I set them in revenge for what happened?

[espersions]

[ He steps back and pulls a face. ]

Ah — that's not what I meant.

[ Simultaneously, he says to her, telepathically: Heh. That's exactly what I meant. ]

[faithfulflame]

No? Then why else would I be burning anything?

[I thought you might. I don't tend to start fires over pointless things, Hyoubu. Death is not exactly a big deal. She fires back in his head.]

Did you not take a measure of my morality along with everything else in that prison?