Facing such a "Little Fear," Lady Fire still smiled. "Let me ask you a question too: why did you come back?"
Little Fear's reply was the natural reaction this shell should have had, so it was perfectly justified and utterly genuine:
"I'm hungry!"
"Don't you have a Human Wallet?"
"Following him, the intake and expenditure, the safety and the gains are not proportional."
"So you came to make up the difference with me?"
The exchange was somewhat absurd, but Little Fear did not care. He continued with quick questions and answers. "I should have come to you."
Lady Fire tilted her head slightly. "Oh?"
Little Fear continued to stare at her. "Your 'targeted screening' proves that I'm very close to the 'right answer.'"
Lady Fire raised a hand and lightly brushed aside her hair curtain, revealing a fair profile that nevertheless left no distinct impression. "Is that a beast's instinct, or wisdom's insight?"
As the conversation went on, the Self Logic of Little Fear's role ran more and more smoothly, and his statements became increasingly matter-of-fact:
"So it was your extra attention toward me that led me to trace this clue back and turn to find you."
"...Tsk!"
Lady Fire was forcibly stunned by that matter-of-fact attitude for half a second before she shook her head and laughed. "You know what kind of state of existence you're in, right?"
The question was a little awkwardly phrased, but Little Fear answered instantly:
"A Clone. A Combat Type Replica."
"...As expected."
The two of them had aligned their understanding once again, but Lady Fire's doubts followed. "Isn't it strange for an existence like you to consider such things?"
"I was born different."
"Wonderful." After a brief pause, Lady Fire nodded again. "Very interesting!"
This round of conversation was somewhat high-flown, without touching