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Jack sits down next to her, very quietly.

"I think I was rude last time we talked."

"Possibly." She agrees, quietly, and then shrugs. "I am often considered rude myself. I think it is better than lying to spare people's feelings."

"That is good."

He shrugs back.

"But still."

"I won't hold it against you." She assures him.

"Thank you. You are not terrible."

He glances out the window, with a smile.

"It is lovely."

She almost laughs, but just shakes her head instead.

"It is. I can look similar. On a much smaller scale, of course."

"I do not think you should."

His knees are drawn to his chest, and he rests his chin on them.

"I am too tired."

"No, not right now. I might hurt someone, or kill them." Which is true. She doesn't know how her radiation would affect all the different species in the bar.

"It would also make me very tired, too. It's exhausting."

"Good."

Maybe one day.

"What is it? How does it happen? You are of fire?"

"Sometimes I am of fire, sometimes I am not." Her hand glows again, much like it did the first time they met, but there is no heat to it this time.

"I can control that. I make it happen when I want to. I was made by other people so I could emit this radiation, to kill another species."

"How odd."

He wrinkles his nose, and shifts.

"Do you like being like this?"

She nods.

"It gave me purpose, a reason for being." The past tense is rather important there.

"You should find something new, if it is a 'gave.' What would you like to do?"

He pauses.

"Would you like a raisin?"

"Perhaps just one."

"I don't know. I have never had a choice before. That was the reason I was created." She looks at him. "What would you do if you were somewhere you could no longer make ice or snow?"

"I would have raisins all day and dance with a parasol and find someone to kiss and laugh with."

He considers, ticking ideas off on his fingers.

"I would learn how to drive a car and use a sword and all sorts of things."

"Would it really be so easy to give it up?" She asks, honestly curious.

"No."

His smile is brittle.

"I would scream for a very long time first. And try to tear things or maybe to die. But after that I would pick up my parasol and play."

She looks back to the window.

"I think I am still at the screaming stage. It's just all inside."

"Come outside. You can scream out loud there, if you like?"

He shifts, uncomfortable.

"I like you and would rather you did not die."

"I might already be dead." She sighs. "I haven't been outside in a while. I'm not used to it."

"Get used to it."

His voice is stern.

"Else you will languish."

"Will you come with me?" She sounds oddly young, which, really, she is.

"Yes."

He reaches for her hand, sounding uncustomarily old. Because he is too.

"I will."

Sikozu lets him take her hand, and then stands.

"Is it still snowy outside? I studied it before. I liked it."

"It is. I am glad."

He tugs her towards the door.

"It is my doing."