"Define romantic." Omega catalogues the rest of the information she's said in the back of his processor. Iskra talks a lot about her family.
"Lord Weil had built me like your father. Though born into it, I feel responsible for the destruction I have caused." Who else would be, anyway? Not Weil.
The desert sand is malleable enough; Omega doesn't have any issue maneuvering through it. His saber is drawn just in case.
"I am unfamiliar with the idea that one could see me as anything other than God of Destruction, I admit."
"The armor was not shiny. It was matte." He tacks on.
Every so gently, in order to make sure that Iskra doesn't get frightened, Omega takes hold of her hand and begins to walk through the desert, past the trampled Pantheon.
"You should be careful out here. Watch your surroundings."
"Violent and bad are synonymous, are they not?" Omega points out. He of all people will not defend himself. He knows very well what he's done.
It's sweet that Iskra is so insistent, though... Maybe a bit misguided in her attempt. Omega still flusters anyway.
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So chat, unfortunately I actually got back into dangnronpa. it's like been the only thing that hasn't been stressing me out lately (ironically)
but I understand not many people like it. So don't worry! I won't advertise at rp accounts I make here. ๐ญ๐ญ
