Esme: well that's rude...I could read you too-trap you in a prison made from your own sick, twisted dreams...but you don't see me doing that now, do you?
She grins wickedly at Molten
Esme: Heh~Wow, this is the first time anyone has feared me...I could get used to this...
Esme: ....Oculum por oculo, animam por anima.
Esme rolls her eyes
Esme: It's Dietchi, dumbass. It's an old saying: An eye for an eye, a life for a life. I'll tell you my story...if you'll tell me yours.
Esme: So...do we have a deal?
