We had exorcists. They dress far fancier than you. … That, or they’re blind.

[She’d seen once, hired to cleanse a battlefield nearby of lingering spirits, heard tale of the itako in the mountains…

“Rika”, admittedly, she likely ascribes in her mind to some sort of intensely powerful shikigami, so it makes enough sense, but…]

I am not staking them. They’re not executed prisoners.

[… Not that she wouldn’t, oops, it’s just… a different circumstance of beheading…]

They are enemy combatants. I will set them on a table.

[People here really just don’t know anything…

The chuckle makes her hackles raise, though.]

Worried isn’t what I am. I just don’t want the annoyance of voices in this shard whining at me.