Information Exchange (Karin, Sabriel)

A clear and efficient removal.

At least it had felt as much. Cutting down hollows and evildoers was tiresome work, but neither fatigue nor complaint registered on the woman's face as she walked down the street, heading for a cafe she had located in the area that made tea the way she liked it. She was hungry as well... perhaps breakfast? She was as well put together as anyone who had just finished slaying a hollow might look. A few cuts and scuffs of her business attire, but otherwise, if you didn't look to hard, she seemed right as rain.

So long as you couldn't smell the hollow spirit energy all over her. The creature had been firing ceros left and right, even if it wasn't strong enough for her to unleash her full menace upon it, it had still proven a pain. But there was still some elation to doing it. Knowing that it would no longer be terrorizing the populace.

The smallest of smiles formed on her lips.

She was so distracted that she almost ran right into the arrancar. Had her sense of smell not picked up the scent a few moments before, and with it growing stronger, it was enough to jar her from her thoughts.

"Good morning. Could I have your name, Miss?"

She reached up and brushed a bit of dust from her outfit, those placid eyes unshifting as she kept her gaze squarely on Sabriel. "I was merely dealing with some trouble that had reared its head. Thankfully nobody was seriously injured." She stated simply enough, Dismissive of the whole affair. That said, she lightly touched her own chin thoughtfully as she regarded them.

"You're an arrancar. Not often I run into you. Do you live here?" She asked before glancing around. She wasn't all that familiar with the tendencies and migratory patterns of the creatures, but all the same she was immediately curious. After all, they seemed benevolent. Just what DID arrancar do with their time? Surely this buxom individual seemed just friendly enough to provide such context. After all, Arrancar tended to be rather strong, but not many went around cities, and she wondered if there were more. Arrancar did seem solitary, but it didn't hurt to ask.

Especially if any were....inclined to justice.

It seemed her hunch had been right. That blank face betrayed nothing, but on the inside, she felt a mounting intrigue as the arrancar spoke. So they were, or at least, they claimed to be the nonviolent type. "Is that so. And what is it then, that you do here? Other than studying people. Are you some sort of ...social scientist arrancar?" She ventured. Pressing further for a bit more detail as to what exactly DID drive this strange arrancar.

"Any creature that walks this earth is capable of Justice. I consider it my duty to punish the wicked, and help nourish those with like minds and good intentions." She stated firmly, as if it were only a natural way to live one's life. Certainly, by now, Sabriel would have caught onto her ...deadpan delivery. That blank, emotionless state. And yet within her words, there was conviction and passion. She didn't know how to always express it, but she knew what she was about, at least. If perhaps coming off a bit awkward in the meantime.

Oh? What a very strange hobby to be sure. However, something in particular caught her attention in what Sabriel was saying. Certainly it was one thing to study that which one lacked, that made sense. But what made it a bit more peculiar was the woman's conclusions. On several fronts.

"No. I have no such intention to form any sort of group. Though I certainly would not be opposed to taking them under my wing. I don't have any delusion that I would be a suitable founder for such a thing. I myself am the owner of a Company that deals in medicine. I'm afraid that something so direct as a crime fighting group is not something I'm suited for." She noted flatly, a hand resting on her hip as she tilted her head slightly.

"That said. What you mentioned before. You stated that being whole is something somewhat outside of your kind's reach. What leads you to believe that?" She ventured pointedly. If Sabriel believed that being whole was out of her reach, what exactly had produced such a thought process? Or was this perhaps, simply, a feeling of hers?

"Theren's no need for shallow platitudes. " She stated simply. After all, its not like Sabriel had any actual way to know whether or not she would be a good teacher. But she didn't linger on the subject. A folding of her arms under her bust as she closed her eyes and took a moment to consider Sabriel's words.

"Humans endure their entire lives sometimes unknowing if they are capable of love, or understanding what it is. Certainly many do, but more still due to circumstance or other issues, manage to never feel such a thing, or wonder if such a thing really exists." Karin asserted softly. In truth. She herself was not sure if what she felt had ever qualified as love. She had a dedication to her late Ward. She loved her. That was what she felt in her heart.

But did simply believeing such a thing make it true? There was no subjective truth. Feelings were entirely subjective, for all she knew, the sensations she experiences, even if they were incredibly powerful for her, could pale in comparison to the more pure love that others had felt. "Feelings are subjective. There is no true metric. Many humans fall in love and care deeply for something without even realizing it. and so, you to may very well have already regained your heart and fallen in love. And you simply haven't realized it yet." She stated plainly.