I said myself that there's no excuse for it. Why would I say that if I didn't regret it?

Right now you're judging me because I said I did something bad, despite that you don't even know what it was and that I said I want not to do that again. Is that what a hero does? Or are you going to tell me that the only way to help me is to kill me? [ Because if so her immortal ass has some deeply bad news for you kid ]

You think I'm lying about regretting what I did, apparently, and about my amnesia, but you believe me about having done something awful and you believe I'm not human. It doesn't make sense that I'd tell the truth about things that I know damn well will sound bad and not the things that wouldn't.

[ Part of her appreciates the quasi-olive branch, even if coerced, however she also sees that bullshit about vampires happening up yonder, the judgement coming off this person feels intense on all sides. But it seems like either they're a kid or had a very sheltered, very curated life. And part of her does indeed agree with him that she's unforgivable. ]

I always felt like hiding it would only compound how wrong it was. That's how people dodge responsibility, right? And, ironically enough, lying about who I am.

I don't think I'm a hero, if that helps. I never would claim that. It took me a while to believe that I wasn't all bad, that's all. I'm at least several centuries old, so I mean a long while. [ She's still not convinced, some days. Most days. ]

I'm not wearing a sign, I was answering a question. I didn't know it was a loaded one.

So... you're thinking that people who have supervillainy on their short list of fun things to get up to here will reply and tell you so?

Is that usually how it works? [ It seems deeply naïve to the point of farce, but then again his view of the world does seem incredibly simplistic. ]

I've known a lot of people in my long life. The bad ones I've remembered so far, they tell you to your face that they're going to slit your throat.
The worse ones smile in your face and then stab you in the back when you start to trust them.


The absolute worst of them will play a long game, earning people's trust and slowly get them on their side. They'll manipulate and abuse them until they don't know which way is up. Then they'll send that person out to do their bidding while their hands stay clean.

I hope your way works, I'm sure some of them will announce themselves, but I've seen way too many of worse and worst to think it'll catch all of them. [ And you just told them you're looking for them you absolute dunderhead ]

If I were one of those I wouldn't have admitted anything in the first place, let alone attached my username to it. [ Logic, please. ]

If you're making yourself a target on purpose, that's brave, but... [ dangerous. And, given how powerful she is -- and she has to assume she's not the strongest one -- it's not the smartest move. ]

[ "I'm strong enough for any villain who comes my way" oh that settles it this is absolutely a child. ]

Good. Prove it. If I'm as bad as you think, I've got an ass-kicking coming, right? [ She honestly doesn't want to do this, but if it'll get this punk to stop sticking his neck out... ]

[ She's already there when he arrives, playing on her phone, which is good because she gets her moment of brief surprise out of the way before he gets close enough to see her expression. How many times does she have to beat this kid up? ]

[ She sort of regrets snapping at him now, but he did poke a very sore spot. ]

[ At first glance, Saya doesn't look like she'll be much of a fight. She's tiny and slender, the only sign that she might actually be worth anyone's while is the katana she's carrying which is at least three sizes too big for her frame. ]

I prefer Saya. And I'm not an alien, I was born on Earth. I'm just not human.

Ground rules?

[ Saya has a little smile like she's not surprised in the slightest. She draws her big katana, having no trouble at all with is weight. It's very weirdly shaped though, with a steep angle near the hilt from which channels are carved into the steel, which let out in waves along the blade. ]

[ Her eyes start glowing as she draws, bright red. ]

Fine. I'm ready when you are.