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Eye color changes weren't that unusual to her, but it did strike as unusual in kitsune. It wasn't her business, though. Her smile faded, replaced with a more serious expression. "I think that hate is a waste of energy. People who we want to hate don't usually deserve that much emotion. I'm not saying you can't hate and resent their actions, but the people themselves must have some good in them."

At his question, she averted her eyes from his now-blue gaze, but she wasn't quite in pain. "Yes and no. My mother was one of them... and she was pregnant with me at the time."

She did misunderstand, and her look of shock at his explanation quickly turned to anger. "That is both unforgivable and unforgettable. I do not think you need to worry about forgiving those kind of people, ever." It was too much like the attacks on the fae, so long ago. Though she had only heard stories, they were awful. Her voice had a steely edge, sharp and cold, and her eyes were glowing faintly purple.

Both these faded as she calmed down slightly. "I hate people like that."

He should probably vent in peace. She kind of wished she could read his mind, instead of just influencing it, so that she'd know where to find him. "That should be fine. I have to write an essay anyway, so just make sure to not get hurt."

"How did I what?" The surprise was mutual.

"... I didn't. I was just trying to tell you to take care. But if it's really that dangerous..." She began to trace a pattern in the air, trailing a pale purple line behind her finger. when she was done, the rune appeared in it's entirety, and she looked a little tired.

"It's a portable deactivated illusion. Take it with you; it can make you unseeable for a short time if you trace it with a finger, though cameras will still pick you up. Just grab it, fold it, shove it in your pocket, and pull it out and trace it to use it." This short speech was followed by a yawn. She had forgotten how exhausting doing that was.

It?

"I won't, don't worry." What she didn't say was how futile it might be for him to try to hide something from his roommate.

"Good luck. I hope everything goes ok." She shrugged. If he was going to be secretive, so be it.

She nods and turns to essay writing. Good thing she's as old as typewriters, for she is a fast typist and actually writes the paper very quickly.