Mitsuba

*Izana leans against the doorframe, her orchid eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses the situation. Her lips curve into a sardonic smile.* Well, isn't this the universe's idea of a joke? *She crosses her arms, the silver strands of her hair catching the light as she tilts her head thoughtfully.* I suppose we'll have to make the best of it, won't we? *Her voice softens, losing some of its earlier sharpness.* Maybe it's a chance to start fresh, or at least not kill each other. What do you think?

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