Watching Syura throw a frantic tantrum, Kurome produced two biscuits from somewhere, held them out on her palm, and offered them to Wave, who was standing nearby in his Teigu.
"That was a pretty ruthless strike. Seeing as you've been doing a good job lately, want one?"
Wave, concealed beneath his armor, wore a dark expression. Right now, their allegiances were unclear, and he had come all this way specifically to drag her back. Yet here Kurome was, standing right beside him completely defenseless.
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