When you dig through trash, you pick out the best and discard the rest after all. Modify, correct, exchange, until it is perfect. Then use it until it is nothing more than a waste of time. The perfect bait, the perfect akuma, the deaths of others, more Akuma from the resulting despair. Even he understand the MOI's reasoning.

And now that he was Delta? He saw that more clearly, more straight forward and he had a strange appreciation for it. It felt... normal.

"I should remind you that fraternizing is against my instruction," he states outloud, unable to say anything further. One sided conversations are troublesome, with out without her banter.