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♚ — While some things had changed in this city in her absence, others remained the same. She’d barely been gone a month, which meant that be quickly skimming her cellphone contacts, she could easily identify anyone who might have gone missing during that time. Several names spoke to her, but one in particular... EVA. The substitute Golden Witch that had served her during the final game of Rokkenjima. She’d betrayed her in the end, but Bernkastel had possessed sufficient time to get over it, to the point where they’d rekindled an alliance during Bern’s last stay.

Perhaps it was time to assure that alliance was still in place.

TO: EVA FROM: BERNKASTEL

Care for some tea? Meet me at the usual tea shop.

What? It was faster than trying to find one Witch in a large city. If or when the other witch arrived, she would find Bern nestled in the back corner at a table for two, cats wandering here or there.

Though silence filled the air of what appeared to be a smoking room, her menacing presence succeeded in surpassing what amount of tranquility should be present by now. Her eyes remained carefully shut and her guard surprisingly down despite the possibility of anyone attacking her anytime soon. It may be because she recognizes her current visitor even without opening her eyes to see whose face it belonged-- that such person was not worth the fear she had only given a few people the privilege to witness. A minute or two, or five and finally ten-- she gives her guest a dangerous look, an undeniably judging one.

Strolling around for a few hundred years without a break was tiresome, especially after the witch of certainty didn’t find anyone special that would make a good companion or even friend. It was disgustingly boring and terrible lame, so her last choice to kill of boredom was to go on a random tea party she got an invitation too.

Once she arrived, she eyed every witch, demon and furniture in her eyesight. There was nobody she recognized, so either they were boring and Lambdadelta forgot them over the time or she just really didn’t see them once in her endless life. The blonde sat down on her reserved armchair and sighed, her eyes wandered to her left and she actually saw someone she recognized, even if only faintly.

     Impoverishment birthed depravity, a degradation of morality as debauchery would be given supremacy. Unrestricted by the humanity that had once presided, all bodily functions were expressively used for unforgivable savagery, delinquency committed by the miscreants responsible for the unimpressive feats caused by the decline. Transgressions deemed unjustifiable by those harboring propriety were regarded as mere trifles, baleful little whimsies that held no comparison to the sins of his own . Such were the unworthy occupants that comprised the deplorable Sector 003, nothing more than amassed filth stewing within the bile of their own inadequacy.

     It was amongst these uninhibited throngs that an insignificant infringement was discovered, two individuals of a particularly brutish variety discreetly tailing an unaware youth. Perturbation nonexistent as actual concern was an impossibility, voluntary involvement was unfounded, yet was it undertaken. Disposal of the would-be criminals was not required as simply apprehending the senseless child had been but a simple task, an admonishing countenance donned as, with child in tow due to the firm grasp about a thin arm, a new venue was sought a few blocks from where the unsavory gazes had once loomed. A distinct possibility that within scant minutes would a pursuit occur, favorable would it prove to vacant the sector in it's entirety for the well-being of the child.

     This wasn't an act of kindness, though; the man simply resented children being present where they did not belong, where they would get in the way.

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As a harsh winter night's wind blew George's coat swayed gently to and fro as he continued his lonesome stroll under the silver moon. It almost felt completely desolate. Even the resident night-owls, who, perhaps terrified by the repeated cases of foul play in this particular area of Hive city obeyed the appeal to self-imposed curfews and were submissively drawn into their homes and places of sanctuary. Even the shadows of cars disappeared from the road's surface. It truly felt like he was the only thing left alive in this place.  However he is not alone on this empty street. There is someone else just up the road. Someone he knew well enough that even if there were no moon or streetlights to illuminate their silhouette he would still be able to identify them.

Eventually coming to a stop he said nothing; made absolutely no unnecessary movements to attract her attention and only stared at the back of young girl,.....no rather the being who appeared to be a young girl adorned in an ornate violet dress far too out of place for such a chilly season with wintery green irises.

She was... undoubtedly the woman he had killed in that demon's game as a sacrifice for the sake of his love with Sayo succeeding. Also the very first person in the entire world to ever love him -- who had given everything she could for George to grow into a wonderful man and eventually have a future so radiant that all the lights in sky would look dull in comparison.

Ushiromiya Eva...his mother. 

Oddly enough he didn't seem particularly surprised to see her here  though he certainly felt something seeing her once more.  Was it happiness? Remorse? Relief? Or was he simply anxious?  Who else besides George Ushiromiya could possibly know and answer questions that resided in his heart? 

Making his presence known George would calmly speak in a tone that conveyed neither the hostility of an enemy nor the warmth one should naturally expect from their beloved child. After all, he had already resolved himself to surpass any childish emotions he may have had long ago and spoke calmly as the self-controlled man he had become after throwing away their bond as mother and son.

✉ :Do they tend to rely on words or actions more?

It depends. Pretty much both. Luffy has basically no filter between his brain and mouth - he will say what he wants and won’t consider people’s feelings when he speaks. If he has a problem with you, he’ll tell you straight to your face.