For being a fae for so long, the assassin beside her seemed largely ignorant upon his own kind. Though, Serafina supposed she couldn't blame him. She too had a tendency to keep to herself, her attempts with any sort of coven largely fell flat, leaving the woman 'lone-wolf' of sorts. His comment of his kind being ruled by a King caused her to shake her head ever so slightly. "I don't think he rules all the Fae. I think he's more of a King who just so happens to be Fae. Maybe. I mean, what the fuck do I know." A shrug crossed her shoulders, the girl admitting that she was perhaps not the best source of knowledge on this point and yet, she was pretty sure all of the airtime dedicated to him on the television would have mentioned such a detail, not that she had watched much of it, to begin with. It was only once that crate was secured and lifted over his shoulder, however, that the girl led the way from the warehouse, only to inform him of, at least in vague terms, the very location of her own little store. This errand of sorts was becoming drastically easier then she had ever anticipated with the discovery of her newfound assassin friend. He was handier then she had expected. Maybe fortune was smiling down on her today.

Her stormy-grey eyes turned towards her companion at the sudden mention of that second-chance, the girl easily picking up the context of that story she was about to receive. "Oh?" She inquired in a clearly encouraging fashion, her gaze fluttered towards his shoe as he kicked a rock in an almost boyish manner. It was curious to her, really, that he had been murdered, changed, and then in some sort of coma for a year. Did all Fae go through such a transition or was it just what they had specifically done to him? Had they even realized what they had made? Surely they must have, right? It was that very fact she mused on as she listened to him learn of the Emperor's whereabouts, the young woman already expecting the sort of end this tale would have and yet, it hardly perturbed her to listen all the same. She could tell he was lost in his own memories at that moment, however, his eyes seemed to hold this far off look as he spoke. Maybe it was like reliving his glory days or something?

Her head tilted to the side at the very mention of not needing to eat, the thought quite near baffling to her. She hadn't really considered all that came with immortality, such as the whole, not needing to sustain themselves in the same way that Serafina had to. It wasn't as if that whole side was spoken of very easily. A soft noise left her lips, that sound more of vague consideration than anything else as he continued his story, that grin spreading across his features in clear anticipation of that kill long past. Someone was a wee bit sadistic, huh? Her eyebrows raised at the man's explanation of his affinity, the discovery of that gift clearly a shock to him, and at the most convenient time too. Frankly, she understood how that was, for most of her life she had thought herself a powerless witch until she'd made a voodoo doll and summoned a Dark Hunter. And now look at them both. Her head bobbed ever so slightly, that small gesture an indication that she was still listening as he spoke of climbing the balcony and entering the Emperor's room. What she didn't expect, however, was that he paused to write the man he intended to kill a note. Still, she supposed some people liked recognition for their kills, especially considering all he had gone through to get there.

That story slowly began to come to an end, that description of the age-old Emporer's death hardly seemed to prompt a reaction within her. Rather, it was those final words that seemed to ring within her mind as her gaze turned upwards towards the orange hue of the sky. "Well, at least he got what he deserved in the end, huh?" She inquired, only for another through to pass through her mind. "So if he's the last King you killed, then what, you've just been an assassin for hire for the last hundreds of years?" At the very least it probably paid well, far better than her own little setup. She paused quite abruptly, only to gesture him within the doorway of the small store, the name 'Edge of the Circle' was printed in script on the glass window. "It's right here." Serafina fished those keys from her pocket again, fiddling with the door for several moments before she pushed it open, holding it for the man who was carrying her crate. "If you could just put it down by the counter, I'd appreciate it." She called after him, and yet, for the first time in a long time, those words of gratitude from the girl were actually honest. Who would have thought?

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