The voice came from a long haired young man who was leaning against a wall as Kiry passed. He eyed her over his glasses, a golden glow refracting through them.

Hearing someone talk so suddenly just as she was passing by made her jump a little. Words spoken in such a way... as if the guy new exactly when he was going to pass.

When she turns to face him, he's already looking at her with precision. Something that makes her suspicious. Did someone know she helped out the DAMN? The acronym was more just an unfortunate joke: older people who meant well but didn't quite pass it through enough people.

"Can I help you or are you just a very targeted out loud thinker?"

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"Not the way I see him as he has shown himself." She was tense to even have his Digimon around. She doesn't trust it.

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She stares at him with an acidic vitriol that would melt the fabric of reality. Kiryuu thought humanity was just an idea. Humanity as a noun was flawed but everything was. Perfection was a perception of something: an interpretation. Just like the truth. It was chaotic, complex, mess. Billions of entities with even more complex minds all trying to get through life. What does Kiryuu think? She's a part of a big mess, but a mess can be as good as it can be bad.

The second question is what brings her intensity: no one knows her pain because it is hers. She knows her limits and only goes beyond those limits when she truly has to. No one can know her pain, but they can empathize with it, sympathize even if they wanted. It will always be hers. To say it was for all of humanity though? That was just plain wrong. Kiryuu isn't a saviour of humanity, or it's protector. She does what she can with those she cares for most, and then does her best to be good. She isn't a hero, but could easily become a villain. She would rather not. She's more selfish than someone might realize. The audacity of the question from him?

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Botan has three states of being

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"Death, eh?" remarked a tawny skinned boy from his stool.

The diner wasn't quite dead, but it was in a coma, at least. The booths were empty, and the waitress was on her phone as far away from the only two patrons as possible. The one thrum of vitality wafted from the kitchen, filling the air with the scent of sweets, savories, salts, and fats. If nothing else, there was a humble passion in small town cooking. It always felt like home, if only for a moment.

"Care to sit a while? This is the closest I think I'll get to you for a long time," He continued, "I'm Phin--Phineas, if you're proper."

She really should be used to being caught by now. Despite being told frequently that she needs to be more careful about using her abilities in public. The world is ever expanding and those with some form of second sight seem to be popping up everywhere she looks!

Ah, but if a wandering ghost happens to be looming close by, shyly hoping to speak to her even when she's off duty— why, it would be rude to ignore them! All she did was offer a bit of advice, that if the ghost was in need to help, there's a shrine staffed secretly with other spirits nearby. Botan might be in her human form, enjoying some time off, but that doesn't negate her responsibilities.

Maybe she hadn't been as stealthy as she'd thought because the young man near by caught her. Botan flushed pink immediately, laughing awkwardly. She rubs the back of her neck, hoping this encounter won't get her into too much trouble.

Upon a second glance, Botan notices something sparking around the other's form, a difference in aura from a standard human. Not quite that of a typical psychic but... well, now she's curious. And once again, it'd be rude to ignore someone!