"So…" Picking up the steaming cup of tea laid before her on the table, Helga looked at Asmodia through her iron visor. "When are you planning to take the walk?"
Her eyes covered under the iron visor of her feathered helmet, she gave her a cold stare while bringing the tea cup closer. Pressing her cherry lips against it, Helga took a light sip of the dark liquid before lightly wincing at the horrid taste.
"Don't make that face," Asmodia retorted, sipping on her own cup with her legs leisurely crossed over each other. "As for when I'm joining the flow of cosmic consciousness? As someone in everlasting purgatory is it not up to me to decide when I want it to end?"
