A rolling of eyes. "Alright," the boy said noncommitally, leaning slightly back into the couch. Klavier continued to be cute, with such devoted faith in keeping his naivety. Despite Albedo's contradictions (the contradictions that would always occur), it still remained true. They were weapons. They were the byproducts of war.

Klavier's question was by far the one with the most possibility of fun. Albedo smiled almost gently at him, eyes wide and innocent. "Well, he tried to, hmm?~ I'm still here. Even after being blown up and reduced to mere particles."