"Paixao brings many people here," Larxene said, sipping lazily at her coffee. "Perhaps you'll meet one here."

Perhaps he would meet many here. As for Hanekoma, Larxene was certainly having trouble figuring him out, but was interested enough in the conversation to continue regardless. It wasn't often she could talk about this without having someone whine about morbidity or in some other way prove themselves an idiot only worthy of being a plaything. Not that Hanekoma wasn't a toy in her eyes--he was just a more interesting one than usual.

"So, do memories make a person, then?"