"Are you going to come on your own, or do I need to find you?" Gale said aloud.
For several seconds there was no reply until Gale detected the gothic figure appearing near the waterfall. Her purple pupils were like holes in reality as she stared at him stoically.
'She must think, she's very cool with this look,' Gale mused. 'Well, she's pretty cool. Even I want a cloak like that.'
A cloak that sways even in no air? Yes, please. 'No, gotta keep my chuuni tendency inside.'
"You never chill, do you?" Gale couldn't help but ask. Of course, he got no response in return. Twilight means business all the time. "Well, it's for the best for assassins to be Stoic all the time, but is that what you want to be?"
". . ."
Gale clicked his tongue and left it for now. "Anyway, I'm leaving you in charge of these men when I'm not around to look after them," he said. "I won't be around most of the time, though. So you've got their company to amuse you."
Twilight nodded.
