"You kill me now?" You asked quietly. Chrollo laughed again, this time a bit less malevolently.

"No, not even slightly close to what I want. Although I can't vouch for the others..." He sighed and untied you. "I just want to know more about you, really. Feitan has never been interested in a girl before. No one in the Troupe is entangled with a significant other. There's been flings here or there... The closest I've gotten was when I had a dream once that I was married and had a daughter named Ursa! Absolutely terrifying. Wouldn't know what to do with a..." His voice sounded quite disgusted, "Wife."

"What you want know?" You asked, wondering why this man was chatting away.

"How did you end up under Machi's thumb?"

You paused, trying to decipher the meaning. "I... no under thumb? Just live together?"

Chrollo laughed again, giving him a very jovial impression on you. "No, no, why does Machi control your life? As far as I know, siblings do not usually hold dominion over one another."

"Oh."

"I'm listening."

"I live with my father until I five or six. Then, Machi show up and take me. She kill father. Not her father, just mine. She say he evil man. We live together ever since."

"And you just trusted her? Strange choice, but who am I to judge? It must be hard having grown up blind—"

"I no grow up blind!" You raised your voice, surprising the man. "Machi make blind because she mad!"

"Classic!" Chrollo laughed, causing you to frown. There was nothing funny at all about the situation. Why did this man think everything was so funny? "So, you've never seen Feitan, obviously, but what do you think of him? I heard you met him once before now."

"He soft and nice voice." You nodded to yourself, as if confirming your opinion.

"Are you turned on by different things compared to people who can see?"

"Turned on? I no lamp."

"Attracted to. What attracts you to someone?"

"Smell, touch, taste, sound."

"Feitan had two of these, at the least. The smell might not work out for him, but I'm sure he tastes fine. Do you agree with your sister's plan for you? Are you going to 'get out of this city'?"

"I just want live. Would be nice to no worry. But I worry lot."

"What do you have to worry about? Machi takes care of it all, I presume."

"I worry Machi." You shivered. "Machi make me worry every day."

Chrollo sat back in the room, and pondered over it all. Certainly, there was a story behind Machi blinding you, but he wasn't particularly interested at the moment. He was pleased to hear that you had positive sentiments about Feitan: there wouldn't be any awkward fighting or killing hopefully. But he wondered if your opinions would change when you learned more about him. It was all a puzzling conundrum and much like a telenovela to him. He loved those when they were on the television, even if he hardly understood the language.

By the time he realized he hadn't asked anything else, the door was opening.

"Uh, Danchou? It's time..."

"Alright," Chrollo stood and brushed himself off, "Your turn Nobunaga."