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     "…such insults are tiring. And here I pegged you to have more intelligence." Truly, anger was starting to fill his chest, the familiar fires burning high in his throat. They licked at his tongue, urging him to show this girl the error of her ways for her insolence—

     —but he steadied himself. Not yet. Not yet. Soon, however, he knew he and this girl would meet again.

     ”Agree to disagree we shall.” Wrathion looked at her with equal disgust. He crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he looked at her, clicking his tongue.

                "You'd think I'd let you say my name, freak?" she spat,   "Call me whatever you want, I'll just do the same." Even if she was lower than the creature in wealth or status, Megumi felt holding back even something as simple as her surname carried weight.

      Wrathion finally stood, getting up on his feet, slowly rising to his full height. Yes, this girl was just like the others. She thought she was so much more enlightened to the world, and yet she didn’t even know how shrouded in darkness she was.

     ”Pitiful,” he said out loud.

     ”You think you can predict my own destiny? You can’t even see your own ignorance. I’ve dealt with thousands of mortals, of humans, and I’ve even met those truly deserving of my respect.”

"I guess we'll agree to disagree."       Megumi stiffens her shoulders, glaring down at someone she considered a lesser being to herself one last time before moving away.        "I'm glad you can't even pity me, a monster's pity is ridiculous and stupid."

"So human like, 'a monster in control of their own destiny?' It's so wistful enough to make me sick." The younger girl clasps her hands together, closing her eyes to mull over his words a bit longer before responding,

"No, I believe even disgusting humans you critique hold more power to string their path for the better over you. A monster is a monster, and the fact that you know that's what you are already carves a path that cannot be changed completely."

Angst and Trigger Warnings do apply to many of these prompts. Some are a bit silly and stupid thrown in.

What a pleasant girl she was, and she didn’t seem too nervous anymore either. That was good, Litchi didn’t like to see anyone looking uncomfortable.

     Yes, this was another thing. Oh how they loved to preach. Everyone, did, from dragons to titans to mortals, they loved hearing their own voices, spouting out their knowledge. But what did they know that he did not? Ha.

     ”Assimilate? I’ve done enough assimilating in my life.” His voice wasn’t a hiss or a growl, but held an edge in its softness. "If you would call me a monster, you wouldn’t be wrong, but to call me pitiable is mistaken."

     ”I’ve met people with priorities,” he said her, lightly and conversationally. "People who are driven to a goal. They exert great power to get what they want."

     Flashes of his mother, of the Red, of being trapped inside and listening but unable to act. He could hear them, understand them and all their words, but he was helpless then. Even of the burning of the skies, he saw, though it hadn’t happened yet…

     ”…I hate those types of people.”

         "What are you going on about." was her tired sigh. For a moment she had felt a slight amount of respect for the man, and here we was, prattling to her like she was a child. "Do you think you are talking to a wall with your vapid breathing?" Megumi politely tilts her head, a questioning gaze with a delicate arched brow digging into his prideful face.

"Hating those types of people, yet excluding yourself is awfully deceitful. What makes you better than others with besides your wealth and attire? Power maybe?" She scoffs, slowly standing up as if to tower this royal...whoever, clearly not taking his boastful heresay easily.

     ”Well, mortals do have many motives for things, as I have learned. Fear, pity, awe… among others.” He looked at her, his clawed fingers tapping against his chin. Mortals were never usually so blunt with him.

          "My motives..." So is this being implying himself to being immortal?     What a drag, and also skeptic. Megumi found no other way to continue a chat that merely nestled itself in suspicions, but found a self gratifying appeal to not being sweet talked or coddled by one such as himself. It was almost similar to the woman she had met earlier.

      Gathering her thoughts in a neat, chronological order, she returned his look with one of her own, a soft smile that should give enough information about who she was.