"Why the long face Nezha?" She asks.

I spit blood in her face.

"That cheered me up." I chuckle.

"For how long I wonder." She wipes her face.

"I don't know. I might have a few tricks up my sleeve." I say.

"You do realize you don't have sleeves, and a wounded arm?" She asks.

"It's called a metaphor dumbass." I spit in her face.

"Another human specialty, I feel bad for your kind." She says.

"I'm human." I spit in her face. 

"You think I'm that stupid to believe the demon pill. You bear the mark of fire." She says.

I roll my eyes.

"This attitude of yours is starting to get on my nerves." She says.

"Good. It's my specialty." I smile.

"Your humor will surely die when your energy is drained." She syas.

"That'll be a long time coming. I'm not going down without a fight." I say.

"Good. It makes my work more amusing." She says. 

I let out a breath. I look down.

"What is your goal here?" I ask.

A vine moves around my face.

"To get my revenge, is that really hard for you to understand?" She asks.

"I just don't get what you plan to achieve here." I say.

"I suppose you have some... human flaws." She turns.