Stein laughed, and it sounded slightly less mad this time. The thought of a parade in his honour was rather attractive, but also ludicrous.

Though one never really knew with Shibusen.

"She wants to make herself a god," he whispered. "Sweep away everything, so there's nothing to stop her from doing anything she wants. All the witches want that..." He smirked. "And there's a part of me that wants that, too. But I won't make that selfish bitch into a god to bring it about."

He leaned closer, his hand sliding under the waistband of Birkin's pants to rest on his hip. "I'm...so tired," he admitted. "Haven't slept since...I don't remember."