Hm. 

Would it do any good if she'll spend the next few hours just sitting, doing almost nothing, and contemplating on the nature of the pile of green rubble? Would reflections and meditations on the mysteries, philosophies and natures of the scrap heap change Masaru for the better? Maybe so. Maybe not. 

But now is not the time to do that. Someone wants to have a talk.

[i]yadda yadda...[/i]

[color=ec008c]"[b]...Ahaha. Haha. Ha.[/b]

They made an idiot out of you too, haven't they...? They promised you, and all they give is your demise. Ha. Ha. You're lucky they didn't catch you in... whatever the [i]hell [/i]made that thing turn to smithereens... but they still threw your time in the bin.

[i][b]AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA[/b]- Look at those poor souls![/i] Unfortunate! Tragic! Hmmmmm... sniff that in the air? That's their ashen remains! They're dead! And they're never getting back! Ever! Too eager to think twice before trusting... too eager to be just in time to die in their trap! See this letter? It's the ticket for Demon Airlines Flight 666's one way trip to Hell! And we've just [i]missed [/i]the flight! 

...[i]Ah[/i]. So what do we do now? Coffee before vengeance?"[/color]