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She observed the hunter's reaction, narrowing her eyes and chuckling herself at his convictions. A droll one this is, she thought as she stifled herself from becoming impertinent. The previous hunter, the one she recollected was far more stoic, while this age's felt in part like an actor upon a play, the fact he was being honest amused her even more. Underneath her psyche another more primal thought creeps into her mind, how easy it would be to end it here. This thought was promptly extinguished. She was above such barbarism.

The creature watched as the hunters-in-training left for whatever resides in the basement, quietly scanning them. Of particular, the arrogance of the assassin growing ever more apparent. An amusing proverb comes to mind, the owl of ignorance lays the egg of pride.

"Nevertheless, how blessed we are to have one so resolute," she coos in response to the hunter, pressing knuckles to her cheek. Her smile slowly fades, a more severe tone replacing the whimsical. "I must confess, however, that my reason for being here is for a few small curiosities only one with a profession of yours can satiate. I apologize if this cuts into your training session, but I simple must know in order to find any rest."

Bellatroix breaks eye contact with The Hunter, her eyes now downcast she now clasps her hands together, taking a deep breath. "For what reason do these creatures live? I find that a part of myself feels pity for them, as it must be such a miserable existence to either be consumed by hatred at birth, or lack any deeper reasoning in one's own existence. I suppose, in a way, yours is something of a mercy in that sense, and I find a part of me finds comfort in that but yet..." she trails off in thought, fidgeting with her hands and closing her eyes. "I find myself in a crisis of faith: Is it truly okay to eradicate completely another form of life?"

As she awaits a response from the veteran hunter she feels the continued fixated gaze of the tan female, taking a brief side glance to monitor her actions. It was clear she had grown suspicious of her from the moment she stepped in. Her guise was perfect, she had the look and smell of a human, she had avoided any threatening actions. Perhaps she had missed some nuance in behavior that has set off the young woman's suspicions.

The beast had resolved herself to avoid violence at this particular junction, could it be avoided. It was a moot point, however, as she sensed the convergence of forces around them that lack her particular sensibilities. Rafar, who is far more poised she could expect to hesitate in his attack, however, another newer inhuman presence had presented itself.