Celes clearly likes being mysterious. But she does want to ask. ...A little later?

Perhaps while she's looking for the next set of victims?

She'd been thinking after she saw a little more of what Celes was up to. But actually she's curious

"Where'd you get the tattoos? They look good, but I can't imagine getting tats that elaborate was fun."

"You might be surprised. I hid my skin from the sun for seven days and bathed naked in a pool of liquid moonlight for seven nights."

"Huh, liquid moonlight? Sounds bad for your health. I always heard gravelight* is - sinister, hungry, parasitic." She gestures toward the full moon of Terratus Grave, sitting on the western horizon.

*The moon is called Terratus Grave and its light 'gravelight'. 'Moonlight' is a less-used synonym that includes light from the small Interloper.

Sneer. "Not that pathetic imposter."

"Where's the real one hiding, then?"

A shining silver crescent appears on Celes' forehead, argent light spilling forth bright and pure enough to cast shadow.

"Here, perhaps."

Verse holds a hand up in the light and turns it back and forth, looking at the color. "Almost the same, but not quite... Like gravelight but - healthier. ...You're really something."

Smirk. "I know."

"Is it just you, carrying moonlight in your skin? Or are there others just as dangerous and" pretty "charming?"

"I am in all ways unique."

"We'd probably be overwhelmed if you weren't."

"Then it's a bit of luck for you that things have shaken out this way."

"Yeah," she says, smiling a little tentatively, "I guess it is. What's next, boss?"

"Next," she says, "we are going to add some credibility to the rumors of monster sightings."

"If we want somewhere seen from far off by a bunch of people, that hill seems good." It's not high, but has an eye-catching stand of young trees.

"Oh, yes it does."

It will be very picturesque when said stand is destroyed by a fifty-foot giant snake monster.

...Damn!

Verse is now much less conflicted about inexplicably caring that Celes is pretty. That was hot.

"Note to self: don't piss you off," she says, admiringly.

"Doing so is likely to number among the last mistakes you will make."

"Yeah. You want that trick kept secret, or can I do some bragging on your behalf? Because, damn, that was some beautiful destruction."

"Bragging to who?"

"Kohl's gang, Chorus if I'm back in their camp, the bar at Lethian's Crossing... You know, people who shoot the shit about this kind of thing."

"Hm. I think that would be fine."

"Cool, that's a story worth telling. Well, what's next, boss?"