- I may forget yesterday, but each forgotten moment clears space for our plans today.
- Forgetting is my mind’s way of making room for what truly matters in the heat of battle.
- My memory may leak, but my focus in a fight is airtight.
- They mistake my forgetfulness for weakness, until they are the ones forgotten.
- I forget the faces of those I’ve defeated; my mind is reserved for my next move, not my last.
- Looks can be deceiving, and mine hide death behind the guise of innocence.
- My smile may be gentle, but my vacuum spares no one.
- Underestimate the innocence, and you’ll meet lethality.
- With each innocent question, I mask a lethal thought.
- They never expect the deadly force behind the naive gaze. That’s their last mistake.
- Deme-chan cleans up more than just messes; it clears the path for our objectives.
- Others see a vacuum; I see a guardian that holds my will.
- Every particle it captures holds a story, every speck a vanquished foe.
- Deme-chan is not just a tool, but a companion in my dance of destruction.
- Together, we vacuum the remnants of resistance, leaving nothing but order behind.
- Each battle is a puzzle, and I am swift to solve the enigma of my enemies.
- Strategy over strength, planning over power—my mind is my most lethal weapon.
- I may forget what I read last night, but never the weakness of an opponent I’ve studied.
- While they rely on brute force, I dismantle them with calculated precision.
- In the chess game of combat, I am always three moves ahead.
- Books are my refuge, the quiet in the storm of chaos.
- Through literature, I travel worlds without ever leaving the hideout.
- Each page I turn builds me a fortress of knowledge and solace.
- In stories, I find the strategies of heroes and villains alike, each one teaching me more about our battles.
- Words hold power, the comfort of predictability in a life of uncertainty.
- I clean to clear the battlefield and my mind, sweeping away chaos to impose my order.
- Each spot removed, each area cleaned, mirrors my methodical approach to combat.
- Cleanliness is control, and control is power. My battles are won with order.
- Deme-chan’s suction is my way of restoring balance, removing the unwanted, the unpredictable.
- Order in my space reflects order in my actions. A clean field is a predictable field, and predictability I can manipulate.
- I contemplate death as one might read a familiar book, aware of the ending but absorbed each time.
- In this line of work, mortality is like the pages of a book—each battle a page turned, unsure how many remain.
- Death is just another opponent to clean away, an outcome to be managed and controlled.
- I do not fear my end, only that it might come unordered, messy.
- Each mission could be my last; thus, I treat each as a clean slate, a new beginning.
- In the Troupe, we are a mosaic of mayhem; I am the piece that cleans up after the chaos.
- My interactions are brief, like my memory, but they fit perfectly within the framework of our collective purpose.
- I may forget conversations, but I remember the roles everyone plays, as I clean around them.
- Each member of the Troupe is a thread in a tapestry; I am the one who ensures no thread frays.
- Socially, I am as I am in battle—direct, efficient, leaving no trace but my effectiveness.
- Remorse is a stain I do not allow to set; morality, a clutter I clean away to remain focused.
- I do not dwell on the moral of stories—only their endings, which are always inevitable.
- My role requires cleanliness, not conscience. I wash away both blood and doubt.
- If there is remorse, it is for the mess, not the means. My job is to leave no trace, moral or otherwise.
- Justifying my actions is like justifying cleaning—necessary, inevitable, unquestioned.
- My clothing, like my demeanor, is simple but deceptive, hiding both weapon and intent.
- Each piece I wear is chosen for comfort, movement, and the ability to conceal—my nature in fabric.
- My fashion is my armor, not against weapons but against predictions and perceptions.
- In the Troupe, my clothes whisper subtlety, a silent statement of my role as both member and cleaner.
- I dress to blend in, to erase boundaries as I erase traces, leaving only the essential—me.
Memory and Forgetfulness
The Duality of Innocence and Lethality
Relationship with Deme-chan
Intellectual Strategy in Combat
Literature as an Escape
The Role of Cleanliness and Order
Perceptions of Mortality
Team Dynamics and Social Interaction
The Concept of Remorse and Morality
Fashion and Identity
