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Tsukasa smiled- she was relieved the cakes turned out well. Not that they shouldn't, with all the baking that she did.

Do you like him, Tsukasa?

Tsukasa turned red as a beet. Calista misunderstood! Suddenly, she couldn't get the words out fast enough.

"No, no! Calis- Calista! I...." She paused after a long slew of objections poured forth, breathed, recollected herself and continued in a more calm manner, "I just find it a little odd that I don't really know him. It's been over 3,000 years! I know you, of course, and Amai, Kaidan... and I know Akeno of course, it is not as if we have never spoken, but it is not in the way that I know you."

Calista was only around 2,000 years old, which was about half of Akeno's age, and Tsukasa was somewhere in the middle, but obviously the two girls were much closer to each other. In truth, the sudden spark of interest lay in the fact that the war was, indeed, swiftly approaching. Death put Tsukasa on edge. There was no way she could protect everyone on Earth during the war, let alone the angels, which was a distressing realization in itself, but there was even less chance of her being mindful enough to protect herself. It was more than likely that Tsukasa would die soon, in the time to come. It saddened her to think that given so much time, she had not become closer with as many people as she wished she did. She was suddenly feeling guilty. 3,000 years of opportunities and Tsukasa had not taken enough.