Amakusa said nothing. It wasn't because he was furniture and this was yet another conversation between witches, no- he remained silent because he was trying to hold back his anger. He had just gotten over that intense feeling of bloodlust thanks to devouring pieces of both Battler and the goats, so when he wanted to kill her so badly- he was trying his hardest to restrain himself.
He then felt her reach out and grab his hand, and it was a good thing too- that feeling of her being here as well served as a strong reminder that he had to hold it together. Amakusa continued to glare at the witch in question- wanting her gone more than anything. He was tired... he really was, and if she was going to throw them into yet another trial, he wasn't ready for it. So he clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed.
Bernkastel on the other hold... was both amused and bored with these toys. She was entertained by the fact that they had gotten out of one of her precious fragments, but at the same time that annoyed her. They were supposed to perish down there- but was their 'love' really so powerful...? She let out a laugh, the thought of love was funny to her, and after Battler's stupid game, it was even more hilarious.
"Congratulations are in order I guess," she smirked and walked a bit closer to them, "Ange, I'm going to keep my word this time. Why?" a frown filled her features now, "because you're a worthless piece that deserves nothing more than to become a hamburger for all eternity.... so why not let you suffer but... at the hands of this servant of yours."
She giggled again, pointing at Amakusa, "you saw it, you saw that thirst he has for blood. Shame really- he could have made much better furniture by my side with that kind of hunger. Oh well..." she stretched out her hand and a fragment appeared, a jagged diamond-like shape in her hand. She wondered if Ange would ask her about what she meant when she said she'll suffer at the hands of Amakusa, but like hell she'd tell her.
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He then felt her reach out and grab his hand, and it was a good thing too- that feeling of her being here as well served as a strong reminder that he had to hold it together. Amakusa continued to glare at the witch in question- wanting her gone more than anything. He was tired... he really was, and if she was going to throw them into yet another trial, he wasn't ready for it. So he clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed.
Bernkastel on the other hold... was both amused and bored with these toys. She was entertained by the fact that they had gotten out of one of her precious fragments, but at the same time that annoyed her. They were supposed to perish down there- but was their 'love' really so powerful...? She let out a laugh, the thought of love was funny to her, and after Battler's stupid game, it was even more hilarious.
"Congratulations are in order I guess," she smirked and walked a bit closer to them, "Ange, I'm going to keep my word this time. Why?" a frown filled her features now, "because you're a worthless piece that deserves nothing more than to become a hamburger for all eternity.... so why not let you suffer but... at the hands of this servant of yours."
She giggled again, pointing at Amakusa, "you saw it, you saw that thirst he has for blood. Shame really- he could have made much better furniture by my side with that kind of hunger. Oh well..." she stretched out her hand and a fragment appeared, a jagged diamond-like shape in her hand. She wondered if Ange would ask her about what she meant when she said she'll suffer at the hands of Amakusa, but like hell she'd tell her.