Ugh, useless. Asta resisted the urge to frown, instead withdrawing around the glowing crystal like the closing petals of a flower and throwing back up any walls she had let down unconsciously during their conversation. She would have appreciated something more concrete, a signpost rather than a vaguely waved hand. Still, Asta would take what she could sink her teeth into, even if it was barely anything. At the least he had seemed to collect himself, shouldering the weighted cloak of godhood. A cloak Asta would soon be wearing anyways, should everything go according to the plan that was whirling through her mind as they spoke.

"We will see each other sooner than you expect, Morpheus. Trust in that."

Almost pettily she let the words roll off of her tonge with the same intimacy that had made him so uncomfortable. Was it a good idea to possibly alienate the first god you meet in a strange place? Most likely not, still Asta fancied herself beholden to no one bound by no social constraints, and thus, did as she pleased.


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