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[After intense debate - a word which here means 'a lot of whining and pouting' - Erika got Zelos's permission to go talk to Willard. The only conditions were that Zelos be allowed to wait nearby and no fighting. Both very reasonable requests, really, considering the state Erika was left in after the last talk.

Right now, she has a theory. Will's been in a bad state and probably by this point doesn't even know what day it is or what events are going on. Probably he was at fault for the whole Dagon thing but that's not so surprising. More surprising is that it happened. And Mikado wants to talk to Will about it, meaning who knows what could happen, but Erika wants to check Will's mood first.

So Zelos gets to wait with some church ladies while Erika heads Will off. If she's right, he probably still was thinking he had to show up at Dagon at some point to check on her, too. Or he's just really out of it and who knows but either way, given everything that happened and Will's status, she figures her guess is spot on when she catches Will heading out.]

Willard, you're looking splendid as ever.

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[Good thing she doesn't, or there would be words. Lots of them. Involving how it's her fault. Because it is. Instead she can catch a glimpse of the only scar worse than hers, dark and violent, running a jagged line up the left of his spine and disappearing beyond view in both directions. The others are just various stabs, nicks and gashes over the years.

Erika's wound is closer to former. A clean slash like the others, but the kind where on any human it would've been fatal. On Will, it's a third of the way healed. Still scabbed over in the deeper places, dark red patches of skin and blood where parts ripped off in their scuffle. Or from still moving around with it. Probably both.

Even if it wasn't visibly horrifying, the undamaged skin around it has gained that slightly darker and dry quality that means yes. She earned a scar.]

[Though she's curious about the scars she sees, particularly the very nasty one, she's here just for hers.

And oh how happy she is! True, he's obviously been aggravating it with movement but it would scar anyway! She's certain of it! So Erika's wide, triumphant grin is perfectly pleased. Erika did this. No matter what anyone says, she will always know a huge, lovely scar on Willard's body is from her. To anyone who says she's weak, she withstood his attacks when he wasn't holding back but she was! She wasn't trying to hurt him. Getting a single hit is hardly much of a goal but this sort of hit out of when, when holding back, when only running on adrenaline?

Furudo Erika left a major scar on the body of Wizard-Hunting Wright. If that isn't one of those stories you tell while drunk and talking about how hardcore you are, then what is? Ahh, perfect day, wonderful day, she's not a useless piece or pawn, she can hold her own against anyone!

Erika makes a happy, high-pitched sound and punches the air.

Immediately she regrets it and whines, curling in on herself. Ow ow ow that arm still is not okay. Ow. That was stupid. Ow.

But she's laughing so happily through it that one might think she's deranged if not for how simple the sound is.]

Yes! Look, Willard! Look! Have you seen?! It's scarring already! Isn't that beautiful? You admit it was a splendid hit, right? I did quite well didn't I?

[Her motion and recoil still earns a wince of sympathy and guilt, and the rest is just the amusement of watching... well. Watching someone be completely amazed by the thought of tearing open your abdomen. What's the proper reaction for that?

Ah, right. Laughing a bit with her. Once as an exhale. Then a short chain of it from how simple her joy is. She gets a light backhanded smack (more of a lifeless bap) on her (unharmed) arm for her laughter.]

Even though I took it on purpose. [But she's too happy and he's too amused so does it really matter? It's still a valid hit on him. The great heartless monster inquisitor.

They are they only two who would be laughing at this situation.] What's the way to react to this...? 'Very good'? 'Now I've left my mark on you forever, Willa~rd'.

[Deadpanned.]

[She bursts into giggles.] 'Very good!' Ahh, should I tell dear Lion about all of this? How you didn't resist me at all? No, no, you welcomed me inside you, right? That mark I left when we were too focused on each other's bodies to care about anything else...

[Erika starts laughing again, though it hurts a little, and she doesn't care.

It might be her horrible rapist talk but it really does feel more like joking around than trying to be some psycho villain. She knows the things she says sounds ridiculous. That's part of the fun.]

[She's a horrible rapist and he's a horrible murderer and they're both horrible people laughing like idiots.

Poor Zelos watching this.]

Ha... Lord, if you said it like that. Could you imagine her face? She'd make you eat a shotgun shell. 'Here lies Erika. Sum of all dignity, shot by a little rich girl.'

I was thinking of saying it more like... "Hey, did you know? Willard let me touch his body in such an intimate way like you never have and never will."

[Zelos just has to accept that his girlfriend finds being a rapist really hilarious.]

[She's overjoyed and loving it, but right after she finishes her sentence is when he cuts her off simply-]

Who's to say she hasn't?

[Bliiiiiiink.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Waaaaaait for it...

Erika sputters and flails like a cat suddenly thrown in water and falls backwards. There is a single logical conclusion and oh god and no and no no gross GROSS.]

That's sickening! Ahhh! You two are so disgusting! I don't want to hear about your twisted sex life!

[He doesn't laugh. Or make any statement. She's left to recover her sanity and her dignity until the end of her various screeches. Then a short breath earns her a single response.]

Don't I warn you not to think too hard?

[He wins.]

[She groans and buries her face in her hands. Delete information. Delete information. Delete it, damn it. Ugh why won't it delete?! She can't get the mental image out oh god.

Must.

Bury.

Image.

Deep.

After a moment, she manages to look at Will without seeing. Anything. Weird...

Ugh.]

A-Anyway! Once it's finished healing, I want to see what it looks like. The finished product should be a very nice, straight scar.

[She starts rebandaging him as promised.] Do you want to see the ones you caused?

[There's nothing to guilt him in it. She sees no problem in sharing her new marks since he shared his.]

[There's a very small part where he wants to say 'like her nails?'. Thankfully for Erika, he doesn't. Simply sitting and letting her bandage his wound again.]

Your boyfriend's right there.

[Or else he'd hate himself for a bit here, even if she's not guilting, then say just because he knows she just wants rights to show off what she lived through.]

[She finishes clamping them back together with a small frown. But it would be fun to show them off. Though, it's true that Zelos might not appreciate her showing off her chest to Will.

Speaking of that.

Erika tugs his shirt back down.] Ah, that's right. Zelos asked if I've slept with you.

[He is still trying to remember how feelings work. And that suggestion gets the immediate reaction of him recoiling. It hurts and immediately curls into himself against the wall, but the expression doesn't leave.]

What?! Why w--No!! I would sooner shoot myself than be involved in your sex life!

[In a chain reaction of stupid, Erika bursts out laughing, which hurts, which means she ends up flopping over on the ground, curled up and still laughing.] I know! I told him that exactly! Ah, it was really funny, though. Really? Us? I think he might have been feeling a little jealous.

Jealous of what? The fact we're both insane?

[And Erika's point lost for nail jokes is immediately negated from the disgusted look on his face. Right before burying his face in his hand. Ugh, no, out out out.]

You didn't give him a red for that? What a dumbass.

Oh, I did. But he's not too impressed by the mechanics of our world.

[She shrugs. Haters gonna hate and all that. It remains hilarious either way.]

I guess it would be better not to aggravate things. It's a shame, since I wanted to show you them back if you showed me yours...

[She pauses, then brightens.] We could make new ones.

[You mean he rejects the mechanics of all realities? ...Well. Fine. He already knew he was a dumbass.]

I can see them later. [Really, it's not like they're going anywhere. And her idea to replace it earns her the exact look of a one he had while functioning at full existence.

Erika, did you turn autist or something?] Boyfriend. Right. There. I'm not beating you up again.

[Erika rolls her eyes. Silly Willard. Why would you jump to a conclusion like that? It's stupid.]

Do I look like I'm in a condition for that? Oh! Wait! I know! I've got it!

[She grins and sits back, arms folded.] Let's make a real red truth together, shall we?

I'm not ripping your fingernails off either.

[Angel oaths are horrifying.]

[Dryly.] I'm not in the yakuza. Though that's an idea... What about blood?

Thought that was what you meant. The nicest version of literal red is ripping your fingernail off and signing in it. [Nicest.]

No way! Don't you guys have blood oaths or anything like that?

No? If you're getting technical, we're all related. So they're pointless.

[She grins.] So I could be an angel in blood! Willard, we must strengthen our bond. It'll be fun.

[Intrinsically, he knows this is bad. But... Well. Humans have a long history of finding out someone's an angel and then proceeding to enjoy some first-hand body horror. Along the way, you find out a human taking an angel's blood doesn't really doo anything except get them a vial of blood. Good for you. Gold star.]

So you... want to drink my blood or something?

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