A hint of recognition slowly appeared in his eyes, which was then replaced with contempt.
"...Is that you, Soul Reaper? Hell… they sent the attack dog herself after me? Ha! What an honor…"
Sunny sighed inwardly.
What was it with people and calling others dogs? He really didn't get it. Dogs were marvelous creatures, from what he knew. Of course, only the rich could afford to have one. Dogs were the rich man's best friend…
Jet took a step forward, piercing the man with a cold, cold gaze. The murderer shivered.
"Hi there, Kurt. Long time no see."
After hearing her voice, the man called Kurt suddenly grinned.
"Yeah... long time indeed. You got really full of yourself lately, haven't you, Jet? Funny that a government lapdog like you finds it beneath herself to associate with upstanding people like me. Back in the day, you at least knew how to show respect, bitch."
Ignoring his insult, she smiled, too.
"...Do you even understand what you have done, Kurt?"
The grin disappeared from his face. As Sunny and Jet slowly walked toward the arena, he furtively looked away.
"What, that mess upstairs? Ah… shit, who cares? They were just cattle, anyway. Mundanes only exist to produce more of us, right? So what's the big deal..."
Sunny's eye twitched.
'He's a proper bastard, isn't he?'
Master Jet, meanwhile, stopped smiling.
"...I care, Kurt. I care."
He suddenly laughed.
"Wait… wait, you're being serious? You're really going to do the whole thing? I'm getting the full parade? Fuck, that's hilarious!"
Suddenly, an ugly expression appeared on his face.
"Have you forgotten who you are, Jet? Gods, did becoming a Master give you that big of a head? Come on… we all know who you work for, and who I work for. You'll still be a Master when I am a Saint, wench."
He glanced at Sunny, and then added in a mocking tone:
"Look, you even had to bring a kid to help you out. I guess no adult is willing to get your stench on them."
Then, Kurt got a bit serious and stared at Jet darkly, deep shadows slowly gathering around him.
"Look… I get it. I fucked up. So let's have it. Give me a slap on the hand, and be on your merry way, alright? I'm having a really hard day as it is... we all know that you won't dare to do more, anyway."
Master Jet tilted her head a little, and then said with amusement:
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, Kurt. I do dare. Yeah, we both know who I work for, and who your sorry ass works for. But, the thing is… I don't give a damn."
She chuckled and outstretched one hand, as if ready to summon her weapon.
Kurt laughed again. This time, however, his laugh was a bit desperate.
Then, he looked down and whispered:
"Ah, well. Not like it matters, anyway. You know about the Obel scale, so why even bother? Nothing will change…"
He remained still for a moment, and then suddenly exploded with movement.
…After that, everything happened very fast.