[Someone seriously fucked in the head. Well, perhaps there's truth in it. What Angelika wants-- it's violence for the love of it, for the particular beauty she sees in carnage. To create and then consume, to devour, to watch with high-wheeling delight as her creations tear everything around them apart, to watch them come undone themselves.

That Giovanni is the most obedient of them, the easiest to control, the one to hold on to himself more firmly than most of the other Dogs-- these things, aspects any of his Handlers might consider virtues, a more usable tool than most, in her eyes, make him worthless useless weak. A deplorable. thing

Kanda's assessment, then. It's not wrong.

But Giovanni can't discern the shape of his thoughts, and so he only glances sly-eyed in Kanda's direction with the insult comes, that small show of impatience.]

You see that marker up ahead? Turn left. If your sense of direction is always this appalling, it's a wonder you manage to complete any warrants at all.

[The first time they'd met-- he still thinks Kanda would have been wandering those tunnels for hours, had he not run into him.]