Koumyou hasn't even paused to peek under the tables, he just kind of strolls along slowly. "Now, ideally, we'd have enough time together for me to rip your little wires out and garrote you with them bit by bit. I really am that angry with you, you know? Normally..."

He lets that hang for a second.

"...Normally, I'm very pragmatic about it when I kill someone. Which has been a lot more than eight times. And other than how angry I've grown with you over the last six, seven? months of coaxing Devero back up out of the pit you buried him in, you're not even going to be very memorable."

One tendril of glowing paper darts under the table, searching blindly for his target. He could bend or crouch down and look, but this is more fun for the little time he's got.

"Just another way you're terribly underwhelming, at the end of the day. I really did expect more, something more like Ukoku perhaps, but you're just a shitty old lady who thinks she's important."