Asuka kept smiling as the being spoke. It seemed as though this was an interesting conversation to say the least and it had just started. Having said that, in the back of her mind she knew how dangerous this situation was and would need careful consideration. Each move could be her last. But her smile faded once her first words were spoken, it was true, she didn't know anything. Only bits and pieces she was able to put together with different reactions and conversations. "Hidden away is a bit of a stretch." She spoke looking around at the condition of the room.
"Souls, spirits, ghosts, doesn't matter in the context at hand does it?" She said with a slight shrug. Her words did sting a little, but she wouldn't give up. At least until she had played all her cards. But Asuka wondered if it would be worth going full out, but she probably thought that even though she could. Would she be allowed to go out? Now that was something she didn't think about until now. "He knows something's wrong, and by your reaction it makes it clear Chinatsu's the one keeping you restrained. Not Yukio. Which begs the question as to why go to such lengths?"
Asuka felt herself being grabbed by the cheeks, oh boy... she's definetely done it now. But... this was the breaking point. She hit something that was fragile for both of them. If she could just let her talk her heart out, maybe it would help. Memories are a funny thing, they dictate what we feel but sometimes it works the other way around, feelings dictate our memories. This seemed to be the case, although.... something felt funny. Yukio also had a reaction when talking about the things he regretted. This girl was a lot more violent but maybe... they were talking about the same thing? Could she figure out stuff on her own. She couldn't speak, didn't dare to just in case her words cause her skull to be crushed.
She let her keep talking, not saying anything in return. The more frustrated, the more information she got back. It was a very dangerous tactic but it worked wonders. She figured out Yukio did something that day in the fire, or maybe someone else and his mistake came afterwards. She was still getting bitz and pieces and she was hating it, getting more frustrated by the second. Her words alone stung but she kept her cool. Another thing she figured out was.... her words made sense but seemed more like an angry tantrum rather than an actual commitment. How old was she when she died?
Her last words.... did bring some doubt into her mind. Yukio stole her eyes? That didn't sound anything like the man she knew. Hell, it was one hell of a contradiction. The girl's grip on Asuka got stronger, it was starting to feel painful but she led through it trying to learn more. That's when she got the connection, Yukio and this girl were siblings... But why would Yukio take her eyes? What would he need with them? What could've been his reason. Her voice was like poison when talking about her brother, her tone full of anger. She was getting tired of it. Fine, she wanted two play like an evil person then she would play like an evil person.
Pushing her hand away Asuka glared directly into the girl. "You have quite a strong grip." She spoke holding her cheek "But god damn you really gotta learn how to listen." She looked up once more and started speaking. "Let's start with this." Asuka was ready to explode, but she kept the anger from getting out.
"I never said he didn't regret anything." She spoke, hoping the girl was listening instead of continuing speaking through anger. "I said he seemed like the TYPE that didn't regret anything." She glared at her and continued speaking "Of course he regrets shit. He especially regrets whatever the hell happened between the two of you."
"Secondly, he didn't bury you in the back of his mind. We both know that, Not speaking about it is a different matter all together. She sighed, pinching her nose. "I can tell how much it pains him to remember and that kind of stuff isn't buried like a toy. It stays with you like a scar that never properly healed."
Asuka continued giving out her point. I came here to help. That's it. I came here to try and see what was causing the problem and fix it." She said with an annoyed tone " And you had listened to me you would have heard that I'm here for information as well as helping him." She gave a shrugged. "Fucking hell, why do you think I'm here? To "kill you"? You're a god damn powerful spirit and I'm simply a projecition of my mind. Once swipe from your arms and I'm gonna be a vegetable.... again." Asuka kept looking at the girl, true to her words. Even though she didn't have any eyes she started to familiarize with the girl.
"You know what you may deny it but I can tell you're just as stubborn as your god damn brother. So." Asuka lowered her arms to her sides, creating a sound. "I give up. If you got the same stubborn streak as he does this endevour is a failure."
Asuka sighed once more, now she was being truthful to the spirit. Hoping she would listen to her words. "But... I don't want to leave empty handed." She lowered her head, took a very deep breath and looked up once more. "If you want to turn me into a vegetable just get it over with. I would rather be dead than listen to you ramble without any actual context." Before anything else happened she raised her hand. "But.... you can also tell me you're story. Not from your brother's prespective, not from the judgmental old farts living outside this walls. From you. And maybe.... maybe I can help you... maybe a listening ear will help you."
Asuka smiled slightly at her looking around. "I can't imagine how lonely it must be in here, but I can understand how people must be scared of you. Unfrortunately for you, I'm not."
Her smile became wider as her hand stretched. "I'm Uchiha Asuka, notorious prankster, quite an idiot that gets into places she shouldn't. Wanna be friends with me?"