Gazimon glancedup at PicoDevimon, thankful for the distraction. "I dunno, maybe? My money's on yours."

Taiki inhaled. There went his mouth again. He held it for several seconds. Exhaled. "Forgive me," he began, and he bowed. "It is a collection of closely-related subjects near and dear to my heart, and I cannot help, sometimes, the rancor I feel." His tone softened, and he did his best to smile. "I don't wish to become your enemy, Ericthonios." He didn't like making enemies, period. Not everyone saw the world the same way.