No explanation for her cat, only a taunt. She was trying to annoy him on purpose... Well, of course she was. She was her and he was him. There was no reason for her<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>to try to annoy him... Too bad it was working. She'd brushed him off and he'd gotten annoyed. Point to Heather. Score 400 to nothing. Why did he even bother?<br/><br/>"Do whatever it takes" she said. Right. That would be the logic behind it. The emotion: Ijemaru liked killing. It was so much easier when people handed excuses to him. "Look a demon! Kill it!" "Stop them by any means necessary" "Do whatever it takes" all excuses to justify his actions. But they weren't alone on this mission. There was a second year with them.<br/><br/>"How about you," Ijemaru asked Battler. "Are you prepared to kill if you have to?"<br/><br/>Battler paused and seriously thought about the question. As he did, a few flames started up on his shoulders and head. Killing demons was one thing. Killing humans... "It would be nice if I could live my whole life without having to kill anyone, but I guess it's part of the job, huh?"<br/><br/>"So that's a maybe, huh?" Ijemaru responded. "If you do kill someone, don't worry about it until the fighting's all over. Otherwise, you'll be next.... Also, you're on fire."<br/><br/>"I do that when I'm thinking," Battler replied. He sank into a very comfy lounge chair and more flames started up, "or relaxing. Nothing will burn unless I want it to," he assured his superior.<br/><br/>The elite hunter gave a half nod. Fair enough. "Do whatever you want that won't get us kicked off the boat," he said, clearly intending the comment toward Heather. He went into the room he'd chosen, shutting the door firmly behind him.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Cats were pretty neat in general, but Snickers was the best. When she decided it was time to go back to the room Ebisu hesitated. If something happened to her on the way, Heather would incapacitate him. But Snickers was a clever cat. She'd be fine. Meanwhile, here he was with a perfect opportunity to rid him self of a pesky little nuisance called heart failure. The Graecian strolled to the edge of the boat and leaned over the railing. He let cold air roll off him and be swept away by the wind. It was pleasant. Since Graecia couldn't support plant life, everything they needed to sustain life was obtained from the ocean. Ebisu absolutely loved the smell of saltwater.