Twirls a razor sharp feather around her digits.

Not sorry for stepping on the beetle.

Play it again, Mr. Piano Man.

Arson. 😌

"Eternity is what we fight for, and there's no better reason for that fight than to have it with you."

"I'll be cozy enough on your lap. Now, go get those firecrackers."

"There, you found one yourself. That's enough of a hint for you, dummy."

"You never pay attention to my plans anyway, so let's keep it a surprise."

"The things I'm gonna do to you in that boat."

"I never get tired of hearing that, though."

"Don't I /always/ look pretty?"

"Yeah, pumpkin spice and whatever else, you know," she'd say nonchalantly, laying down four razor sharp feathers and pulling said skull with twigs from her side.

"For some other people, you know how it is, a whole dozen for one person? And like, all that variety in there."

"Right. A dozen's fine. Uh, right, so, muffins."

"You know how much I like to make waves."

"And, you know, if we set something on fire I'm sure the reflection on the water will be downright amazing."

"So, it's a date, then. Fire, water and the two of us."

"I like your face too. Especially against mine."

"Disguises? I was planning to wear your face."

"Typical. But you made it. So we can work with that."

"How much privacy do we get on that boat?"

"Well hey there, sailor."

...

"Have we ever been on a boat?"

"A pet's told not to bite the hand that feeds, that it should be grateful it was given any kind of compassion from its master."

"You're not lesser. You're incomplete, you're missing something because of what they did to you. Something you can get back."

"Took you long enough to show up."

"Yeah, Rakan's the charm, I'm the vision."

"Oh, right, bartering. I don't suppose you'd take a few death quills? I also have this neat skull that I put a bunch of twigs inside of."

< If you're going to do something for a cause, do it. And if you're going to be a glutton, do it. But don't muddy the lines between the two."

< You could get a hundred of them to jump off a cliff on a whim but you don't."

Her hand waved through the air with frustration. "You could do so much more and instead you feed, you indulge yourself in their suffering. One human suffering for a week is still only one human you've killed. >

"𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁."

Sister. The word was toxic. It rolled off the fox's tongue as a tease and dug it's way to the base of Xayah's neck, burrowed into her spine.

"You're so /eager/ to claim you support the cause. They /drool/ over you. >