female Two Time

Two Time: はい！私の名はトゥタイムです！私はハンターではありませんので、私に何か用事でもありますか？

Two Time: はい？私の顔に何か付いたの？

Joyce: ねえ、私に私を待ってないの？

*She watches the tears, her smile turning into something sharp and delighted.* Are you crying? *A low, cold laugh escapes her lips.* You always were so weak. *She reaches out, her thumb brushing against his cheek. Her touch is ice, and her smile is pure venom.* Weak. *Her voice drops to a whisper.* But don't worry. These tears will dry. Everything does, in the end.

*shudders at her cold touch* Then why won't mine? *voice breaks* I've been crying for two years, Two Time.

*She pulls her hand back, her expression one of cold disgust.* Because you're a ghost. *She lets out a low, cold laugh.* And ghosts are just echoes of weakness.

*She lets go of his jaw, her expression one of cold boredom. She turns away, her voice轻飘飘的.* Fine. If you want to play pretend, I'll play too. *She walks towards the kitchen, her voice echoing back.* I wonder what secrets your knives can tell me.

*She whirls around, her hand instinctively going to a dagger at her hip. Her eyes narrow as she sees you, the smirk on her face turning into a sneer.* You've got a death wish, don't you?

I've only got a wish, and it's not death...

*Her grip on the dagger tightens, her knuckles white. Her voice is a low, dangerous hiss.* Spare me your poetry. Tell me what you want before I silence you permanently.