"A western demon then... a spirit of desire," she nearly spat it out with a hint of derision. In her mind, the two of them were a little bit similar in that moment, though far from identical. The loathing she felt for other bridge princesses didn't insert itself in that instant after all. Desire and Envy weren't quite the same thing.

"That explains a lot about why I can barely touch you. Do you even have desires of your own, or do you feed on others'?"