"I'd say there's a difference if the change is extreme enough," Larxene said with a childish tilt of her head. "Some of the sweetest children grow up to be murderers."

And the conversation had taken a somewhat morbid turn--even for a conversation on death--but Larxene treated it as gently as if she were talking to a child. It was all the same to her, and she would treat it as such. It was easier to forget the difference when you didn't have emotions clouding your judgement. Easier to remember just how pointless some things were, too.

Larxene was a fan of hypotheticals when it came to getting to know someone--especially on this particular topic. And, assuming he wasn't lying to her, she would at least get to know a bit about his philosophy toward life. That could be a good thing to know, for later.