The answer that it had given was…more than displeasing for the imp to hear, sounding a snort to make this known. The smile never faded, nor did its gaze shift even while the other reached out for Lunar, who was more concerned on recovering her breath than anything.
A scarflike arm did swipe at its hand however, snatching it with metal claws that quickly sank into skin to keep it from moving further towards her. “Sѕѕѕσσяяяу вυ∂, вυυυυт нєя ∂єαтн ιѕѕѕѕ ﻭσιηﻭ тσ вє ∂єєℓαує∂ ιƒ ι нααανє αηу ѕѕѕѕαу ιη ιт.” It snickered.
“คƒтєєєя αℓℓ, ι σσσωη нєя ησω.”
It turned it's head to it's own hand, seemingly watching the claws sink deeper and deeper into it's own dead skin, blood pooling up from where claws ripped open grey flesh and dripping onto the floor right next to the heap of human. It took a few seconds for it to respond at all, lifting it's head up slowly, cautiously to stare directly at the creature, a frown forming on it's torn apart lips as the entity shook it's head. It tore it's hand away from the arm, deepening the cuts and causing blood to drip in an even steadier pace as it reached out to grab the creature's arm instead.
"̵I do̸ n̴o̢t̛ ca҉ŗe ̛whèt͝hér you ͠o͏ẃn̸ h̡er. I͡ d͘o not ̛càr͝e̢. All ́I ̀c̛a͜re a͏b̕ou͘t҉ ͝is ͟ǵet̵tíng rid̕ of̵ h̶e͘r͡ ͘e͞xisten͝ce̡.̡ You͞ w͘íll n͘o҉t̸ ̧s͠top͡ ̢me͏,̸ y̷ou ̴u͠s͘el̴ęs̶s͏ cre͝at͜ure.͝ ͡M͜in̢d̛ ͞yo͞u̴r͜ òw͜n͘ ͡bus͝i͝nes͢s͜.̛" ͏