Where Fire Burns Brightest

//Also mod do you do multiships 👀

“Ah yes, Lola! Not a day goes by when I don’t think about her. Her and her beloved smile and her joyful personality and her wonderful voice and her... O-oh dear...” Her flushed face only glowed the more her heart raced with the many feelings she’s still learning how to feel.

“U-um, e-e-excuse my sudden shift in t-tone, I suppose I just get so... impassioned when I think about her, let alone remember we are partners. O-on a side note, I have been putting thought into something for... an outing. All I need is to plan it out right...” Anxiously she paced back and forth, brainstorming an arrangement to do.... well, something that would make Lola happy.

“It is not claw marks nor are they tattoos. It is red lightning, or sprites as they are called, drawn with face paint. I started sporting this look after witnessing it myself when I was...” She paused, slightly embarrassed to say how long she had been painting her face.

“I can go beyond the dot, too. While I am currently inaccurate with the timing, I am capable of stating time in milliseconds as well.”

"Hmm... I'm afraid... I have not particularly heard of such a thing. Are these 'Remnants of Despair' artifacts? Pieces? Documents? A division of people?" As she took deeper thought into it, the word "despair" soon hit her. The word she once rarely paid any mind to now soured her expression.

"Patience. It not only enhances one's performance, but it assists in the management of one's emotions. I have had much practice with this form of focus, so monitoring my feelings is... practically involuntary. You would be surprised over how many situations require the utmost... patience."

“Junko... Enoshima, was it? The woman who had supposedly been stalking me for a long time? The woman who let herself and her sister into my warehouse and started invading my work space? The woman who was trying her very hardest to drive me mad the whole time?” The angrier her tone got, the more noticeable the smoke rising from her being became.

“The woman who lied about being willing to ‘pay whatever’ for my creations? The woman who had her damn sister beat me unconscious so she could take from me with consequence? The woman who left me with a paining head and several missing firearms? That Junko-” Janyona abruptly stopped her rant, realizing what was happening to her body. She inhaled harshly and forced herself to calm down, fanning the smoke away quickly.

“Let us not speak of her, shall we?”