"So that's where he has you sealed away?" Shiro asked, slapping her arm away again.
She didn't answer. She just kept reaching for him—again, and again, and again—like he wasn't actually pushing her away at all.
Eventually she gave up. Sighed. Lowered her hand.
"Why are you always so mean to me?"
Her voice came out soft. Wounded. The kind of wounded that would've worked on anyone who didn't know her.
"Because you disgust me."
The words came out flat. Cold.
He turned to the others.
"Let's go."
As he took a step, her voice came from behind him. "Sorry, Gil—can't." Her smile hadn't wavered once this entire conversation, which was deeply disturbing. "Your friends took something precious from me. I really do need it back." A small tilt of her head. "Other than you, of course. You're not something I lost. You're something I misplaced."
Shiro's eye twitched.
"Pff."
Annoyed, Shiro moved—and in a single heartbeat, he was standing on the deck of the ship, right in front of Luca.
