I am curious of many things, and my brother is one of them. We are quite different and yet, more a like than I think anyone may realize. I know my extreme differences from my other siblings, but that is just how it is. We were all meant to be different in some aspect, a part of the perfection that is Ava.

His words on how I need to become memorable now flows into my ears and seems to stick to my mind somewhat. I suppose he may be correct in this instance. I smirk in response to him. I will one day be a face that flashes in everyone's minds from time to time- I will see to it.

I however don't particularly appreciate his snap towards me, and naturally my eyes of green and black reflect my displeasure and wish to defy. His words an attempted threat towards me as he threatens to rename it Eve. My ears flick and my displeasure seems to cease immediately- my emotions and reactions seem to change in an instant. My smile lights up frighteningly.

"Go ahead, I dare you, it would not go as planned for you, I would see to it," I spit out, somewhat playful in my youthful manner and yet completely truthful in my words. I do wish for him to do it just so I could prove him wrong on the result he proposed if he did such a thing. It would be silly of him to underestimate me...even at my age.

My attention is brought forth to the lands of Moladion though- and more importantly, the lands beyond. They are a mystery to me, and when he explains it I find his answer most...odd. My visage of white with a nose of pink turns to him again in a questioning manner, almost like I do not believe him. They run to the lands beyond? It simply led more questions, and yet, that may align with what Mother has taught all along- purging the weak...and force them out of Moladion, sounds like a good enough plan to me.

"Tell me, is that where you plan on running when you fall?" I ask, not particularly malicious, but as far as I am aware, no one has ruled anything forever. He implied that all fallen run to the lands beyond. My green eyes pry at him, seeking to observe and rip apart every little movement, every little tell and tick that he may have.

"Not to be rude, ya know, but you said it yourself. As for me, I will figure that out when I get there. Order around my underlings to fetch me the best innards of a moose or the tender liver of a duck," I say with a slightly giggle at the end, amused with my own idea. My eyes glow with that tinge of imagination, my mind perhaps wandering a bit as I consider what else I may do...but really some tender liver sounds about good right now.