she doesn't anticipate his question in response to her own, so she's left a bit taken back, blinking stupidly up at the curse. he looks like a monster, he has four arms and four eyes! but, as anya thinks about it, his actions have not been monster-like. not with her, and not what she's seen. sukuna was the king of curses, the absolutely worst monster that walked the earth, yet anya had not seen that side of him, and most likely wouldn't if it was left to sukuna. therefore, her perception of him was distorted. he was a curse, she knew that, and she saw curses as monsters. but... would a monster really treat her like this? would a monster, the supposed worst of them all, treat her better than any human has? it leaves her a bit confused, and she turns her attention to the arm which rests above the one that is holding her. her little lips form a pout, and she reaches over with her hands to begin poking and playing with the fabric of his kimono. ❝ no... ❞ the tiny pinkette mutters in response, not turning to meet his eye ( any of the four of them. ) ❝ i suppose... i suppose the monsters i've met have been nicer to me than the people in my old homes. ❞ in the orphanages, no one cared for her. the adults thought she was cursed because she kept being brought back for being so weird. the curses that followed her terrified her, some often tormented her. but when she met sukuna and he killed the ones that threatened her and scared off the ones that didn't, she thought maybe she'd found the kind of monster that wasn't really a monster. perhaps just misunderstood. but, of course, her perception was wrong, because he was the worst. but not to anya. to anya, he was the best.
