[X] You're starting to think you want to help her with this. Why can't you?
[X] Incorporate the following lines into conversation as reasonable. If no line makes sense in a situation, break to voting:
-[X] You wouldn't put any preconditions on anything. If you succeed at helping her, then you'd expect her to stop doing harm that isn't necessary.
-[X] Our morality doesn't preclude working with people who have done horrible things, and it would be stupid to not recognize that refusals to de-escalate are often based on valid premises.
-[X] If she displays concern about knowledge of what she's dealing with getting out, cut to voting.
-[X] If she tries to assert that we don't have the capability to help her, refute her. In the end, if we couldn't help her, she'd've had no interest in the clear seed.
-[X] If at any point it's reasonable, see if you can slip in that you're interested in dewitching. But, don't try to stretch things to achieve that.
Okay???
Don't take it too hard, the idea was just a little funny.
"Don't worry, I'm only going to tell all my friends."
"
Wadda f'ck didja just say-"
"
Excuse me!" interrupted a disembodied voice, "
could you repeat that, but more clear?"
The Soul controller's eye
ticked, her flask making a groaning sound on her white knuckled fist.
"Ah, yes, I didn't introduce you," remarked Sabrina, "Riona, this is Niko, she's keeping both video and written record of this conversation; Niko, this is Riona, and I think she was just cursing?"
"
It's important to note everything down," insisted Niko's voice, "
Miss Mag Aoidh, could you articulate your cursing better? Thanks, just proceed as if I wasn't here otherwise."
Riona's fists shook, eyes shining with barely restrained
fury as she took a swing. Only a few droplets missed her lips, sliding down her chin instead.
"Who. The.
Fuck. Else. Is. Listening?" she bit out every word between harsh breaths.
"Oh, you know," the Grief controller shrugged, "Niko here, some of her friends; Yuki and her mercenary team from Fukushima; Chouko and Rin, each leader of a Sendai group; Nadia; my invisible friend who's been standing behind you all this time; some other friends... Oh, excuse me!" the white haired girl shook her head, lifting a surprised palm to her cheek, "I thought you knew! You know? Just professional precautionary measures. Don't worry," she smiled kindly, "none of my many friends will hurt you."
"
Unless you lay a hand on our walking infinite Grief Seed," commented Niko. After a second, a completely fake coughing sound and some rustling could be heard. "
I mean, our friend," she corrected.
"Thanks, Kazumi," laughed Sabrina.
"
Welcome!"
"But nevermind that, where were we?" Sabrina tapped a finger against her chin. "Oh, yes, cooperation, fixing things, being better. You know, maybe we could be friends one day..."
The self admitted murdered, worse, the one who ripped souls out of people and enslaved them as her puppets, gritted her teeth and listened to the white haired mad girl's rambling, for once not interrupting her every other sentence.
She'd sat and listened. For the time being...
"Thanks for everything, Niko," Sabrina commented later that night, her legs dangling over the ledge of her home's roof. She closed her eyes, enjoying the night breeze's kiss. "Everything
suddenly went a
lot smoother after introducing you."
"
No problem, Sabrina," answered Niko's voice, once more simply ringing out of nowhere.
"Kazumi wasn't actually there, was she?"
A soft laugh rang out, then a cough. "
Ciaooooo!" answered Kazumi's voice. "
Of course not, do you think I'm dumb?"
"Ha!" Sabrina shook her head with a laugh, "that's pretty neat."
"
Useful, too," continued Niko using her... her Kazumi's voice.
"You can stop now."
"
Stop what?"
"Anyway," the white haired girl shuddered a bit, pulling at the hems of her coat and holding it close to ward off the night wind, "I think Mami's done with her bath, so talk you later."
"
Ciaoooo!"
Sabrina ignored the faked greeting, concentrating on the Grief signature she knew to be Mami's, sensing her move around their room.
"... Has she moved?"
Homura Akemi shook her head, her long black hair fluttering hypnotically against the wind.
"Sayaka's keeping watch over Madoka-"
"Having a sleep over," corrected Sabrina.
"-so I'll be able to keep watch over Mag Aoidh tonight," finished the time traveller, ignoring the remark.
"Don't stretch yourself thin," Sabrina grinned, before turning serious once more. "And Oriko and Kirika?"
Her blue eyes meet Homura's purple ones, noticing the lines of stress around them, the tense way she
almost glared...
"They've been behaving," sighed Homura, shoulders slumping as if in defeat.
"Great," nodded Sabrina, blinking as she sensed Mami's signature lower itself slightly and stop moving, "I need to go, though, was there anything else? Oh, wait," she blinked, opening her arms, "of course there is."
A tug at corner of Homura's lips was the shorter girl's sole reaction before she walked into Sabrina's hug, wrapping her own arms around her friend for a moment.
A minute later, Homura kept watch over a certain hotel, while Sabrina laid down to sleep at Mami's side.