"Will you play with me? Tiki-pon?" A sticky little girl's voice. Wheedling.

"Not now. Road. Tiki Ni-san is busy." I continued shuffling the deck of playing cards. Shuffling and reshuffling. Flicking out Ace after Ace from the deck.

"Why don't we just go out and kill them all? Why do we have to do this so slowly. One Akuma at a time?"

"They are very much like us. Road."

"They are nothing like us. We are superior. We are the children of Noah."

"They feel joy as we do. Pain as we do. If you cut any one of us, do we not bleed?"

"But they go on bleeding if you cut deep. I thought I proved that to you the last time we had prisoners." Road sounded petulant, pleased with the point she'd just made.

"The last time you tried to prove a point, you made a tremendous mess. We were cleaning wax and blood off the floor for days." I tried to look stern in a big brotherly manner, but failed horribly in the face of her cheeky expression.

"Well. Who knew they had that much blood." Road grinned hugely, remembering the red trickle which slowly grew into streams, pooling in crevices on the floor.

"Still. They are like us. For all their complicated, confusing ways, I like them."

"You're spending too much time in your White form Tiki-pon. It's messing with your mind." Road wrinkled her nose fastidiously, then shrieked with joy as I swept her up and tossed her lightly into the air.

"Whose mind is messed up now?" I shouted over her wild shrieks as I launched her towards the ceiling.

What I love I destroy. And I, love Humans.