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“Y…you!!!" 

Syo. Not her friend, though; not Syo-chan. She died a long time ago. This was just another Genocider Syo, one that she didn’t know and didn’t care to talk to. She was just another filthy murderer, betrayer; a manipulative fiend who couldn’t control her revolting impulses if she tried.

How obscene.

"…That’s… that’s not my body!!! And it’s not yours, either!!! You just stole that from its rightful owner - f-from some other copy of me, probably!!! B-because you’re just a thief and a… a-and a…!

"Gehehehe... Hehehahaha...!!"

A long, quiet chuckle slipped past the Genocider's lips as she watched the other speak. Her words, her movements, everything she did was nothing like anything she would do. It was almost laughable how different they seemed to be; how different they should have been. Yet here she was, staring directly at this person that was a mirror of herself.

Or was it she that was a mirror of her?

Yes, that sounded about right. A mere vision of something; a replica that appeared to be real but wasn't? That was it exactly.

"Ahh~ My bad, my bad~ I had to borrow this body for a little while, you see. It would've been really, really hard to do anything if poor miss, gloomy kept popping up outta nowhere, you know!?! But, but, but- you wanna know something else, Touko-chan?!? Something reeeeaally fun?!! My Touko doesn't even want her body back!!"

She giggled in a strange, disturbingly bright tone, pressing one hand to her cheek as she clutched tightly at the hem of her shirt.

"I don't blame her either, really!! Something as dirty and corrupt as this?!! Who on this god-forsaken, desolate planet would want to be the owner of such a horrible, disgusting thing?!? Ahh~ Not me, that's for sure. But I digress, I suppose."

There was a small clink of metal as she took her scissors in her hand, holding them up to the lights as a wide cheshire grin spread across her lips.