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"I suppose we both are sadistic, aren't we? But that doesn't make you mio amica (my friend)."

"Says the cat girl. You are like me. Killers. But I kill for the thrill!" he said as he grinned at them.

"We...are...ummm...about the same heigh? Right..."

"Ha! We both fight dirty when it's needed!"
Xueqing seemed to have found a surprise.

"We both seem to always get in trouble," he said as he stared at Xueqing as he had if she was his child. ((Be fortunate you warmed him up to your character.))

"About the only thing we share is a name and a similarity in age, but after that, I'm not like him."

"Not the same? That is true. But I do have empathy for children," he said as he smiled slightly.

"We're a product of our upbringings, I assume."

"We both seem to tug at ourselves in thought. You on your ears, me on my hair. How peculiar."

"... The only differences between us is that we both have the same hair color and that we are leaders. That's it."

"What kind of traits do we share?" he asked as he blankly stared at them.

The young woman wrinkles her nose with disdain, staring at Blaze with a look in her eyes that screams 'I would rather be anywhere but here right now.'

"...I don't like people. And neither do you."

He stared back as he seemed to have a questionable look on his face. "We are both chaotic good?" He asked as a question as he pondered about what she said.

((Friend my character if you desire...))

Zubaida would not take comfort in the catechism of labels. “Chaotic good” is too clean a coin for a world that runs on heat, hunger, and consequence. Her shared perspective is simpler and harsher.

Light is not synonymous with gentleness. It is exposure. It reveals. It judges. The same sun that blesses a harvest also cracks clay and takes the weak first. In that way, good begets evil whenever virtue becomes vanity, whenever righteousness forgets pity and begins to adore its own reflection. A holy cause can grow teeth. A benevolent hand can tighten into a fist. Not because the light failed, but because mortals confuse illumination with innocence.

And shadow is not synonymous with malice. It is shelter. It is the recess where the hunted live long enough to heal. Evil can beget good when suffering refines the heart into something capable of mercy, when deprivation teaches the value of water, when loss teaches the sanctity of breath. Even in the blackest hour, a person can learn to stop the wheel rather than add another spoke.

So she measures “good” by what it produces after the fervor cools. Does it leave a trail of widows and excuses. Or does it leave fewer graves than it found. Does it make the strong more arrogant. Or does it teach them restraint. In her theology, the only trustworthy goodness is the kind that can look directly at its own capacity for cruelty and still choose discipline.

Uhh, alive? Breath? Blabs? Yes. Not much else. All flat backs be same. Love sound and speed of voice. Unlike turzien, we stop and thunk hard about things. Like, are sticks just baby trees? Big questions...many great ph-phil...pillowosophers ask this? yes?

"It seems that whatever was above no longer exists, which means I can't find some trait to share. A shame."

"Perhaps we have honor...A great trait to share..."

We are in the same universe.

"We love to destroy heretics and the such."

"We have nothing in common. All we had in common was military, and even then, Celestial Being isn't a real military and my service as a child as a guerrilla isn't worth noting."