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[fogsong]

[ She'll continue to work and perfect her control in silence for a time. It's more exhausting than she expected it to be but that's easy enough for her to cope with. She'll be a bit more careful exhausting herself over the coming weeks and gives those closest to her a heads up. ]

I know I asked you this before [ Before: back when she'd killed a man in front of him. ] But: why are you doing this? What's the point? [ His answers back then hadn't satisfied her and she never got around to pressing him further. ] You know I have powers already. [ He'd seen them in the pit. He might not know the extent of her abilities but he knows she's got them, at least telekinesis and pyrokinesis. ]

[crossreversed]

[Chrollo isn't ready to explain this completely, and he's not sure any honest answer will satisfy Sharon without giving the complete explanation.]

Because you'll punish and kill the people who need to be killed, and I want you to have as many tools as you can do to that.

[fogsong]

[ Sharon makes a tiny noise in the back of her throat, her lips pulled to the side in a look of frustrated consideration. It looks like there might be an argument on her lips but it's gone after a sigh. ]

I'd say thanks, but... [ It's not like it was done for her. Still, it's not as if she doesn't appreciate it. Even with all the powers at her fingertips, she still feels like it's not enough. ] I should show you how I punish people one day.

[crossreversed]

[It's for Alessa more than it is Sharon. Just as The Spider was never for himself or any individual]

I'd like to see that. Do you want me to find someone for you, or do you prefer to pick them out yourself.

[Sharon reminds Chrollo of Feitan in some ways. Feitan isn't picky.]

[fogsong]

[ Sharon's silent for several beats, her demeanor cooling as she becomes much more serious. She is still working off the premise that Chrollo has no idea what she's capable of. ]

No, Chrollo. [ Slowly. ] There isn't a reason to involve someone else. It's not a typical form of punishment. It's more like... [ More like. No. ] It's Hell. And we all have our own hell in my Otherworld. Even if I included some piece of shit off the street, it wouldn't really matter because you'd still experience what it wants you to. You'd see what it wants you to.

[crossreversed]

And you have no way to prevent it from targeting people who are inside?

[Chrollo didn't experiment much with the weird dimensional power while he had her ability in his book, it seemed like a bad idea given everything else that was written in Bandit's Secret after he stole her abilities.]

You would see the things it would use to punish me, wouldn't you.

[fogsong]

No. The world forms itself around those within it. In this case, it would be the two of us. [ She wants to make it clear it'll be drawing on her as well. ]

But, yes, I'd see what it would use against you. Like you would see what it would use against me. [ She pauses. ] Does that bother you?

cw: mentions of torture, mutilation, child death

[crossreversed]

[Chrollo tilts his head back and looks up for a few moments, thinking about what hell might await him.]

I...

[What should he even say.]

I watched the video they took, and the pictures. I won't tell you what they did, and I have no doubt that any hell made for me will include things I don't want anyone to see.

I could alter your ability further, to make it exclude people, but that seems like something that would take a lot of magic.

cw: torture and monsters made of children whoops

[fogsong]

[ She worries her lower lip between her teeth in a moment of silence, brows pinched in thought. ]

I can't tell you what you'd see or wouldn't see but... It doesn't work like how you might imagine it to, Chrollo. It's not so... forward. [ She takes in a sharp breath and sways momentarily on her feet before she settles herself. ] You might see a... a version of her. You might find pieces of her. You might be hunted by monsters that remind you of the men who killed her.

Maybe you'll hear her in the streets. [ A pause ] I can stay in a safe area in the Otherworld, let you experience it on your own.

But I'd rather you not alter my ability any further. [ Oddly enough, she believes everyone she pulls in deserves to experience hell. Everyone has ghosts that haunt them, herself included, and some part of her thinks everyone deserves to see them. ]