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"You seem to have mistaken me with someone who cares what you or anyone else thinks of them."

The fox may have been rather cold in his approach, and to one that he had once called his 'brother' no less.

"May you care to enlighten me as to why you hate me so much?" As if he didn't already have a general idea as to why Akura-Ou felt the way he did.

So many odd and out of the way characters had been approaching the sword as of late- the one addressing him really wasn't much different. Ghirahim allowed his gaze to survey the one speaking- and his curiosity was raised as he first saw three things:

This stranger was rather aesthetically pleasing, but held an aura that made the sword weary of actually taking one more step.

Whoever this was had a nice pair of horns stationed on top of their crown. Not like any demon he had ever seen- no, wait he had, but only bokoblin variety.

Finally he had spoken to Ghirahim out of turn, and that offended him to be seen as some random casual who could be called by the mere moniker of something such as 'you'.

"And who would be referring to me in such a boorish manner or lack thereof?"

@akurasama

So, showing concern for his fellow demon was suddenly popping off? 

Sure, it was a rather blunt, and even sarcastic way of saying it, but he found it rather rude to suddenly just dismiss him that way. Who did this guy even think he was?

“See if I help you get unstuck from that, that thing now.”

He stuttered as he was trying to search for the word to use. A finger went up pointing at the red-haired oni.