( that... was also not what rutile was expecting. their head tilts to the side, though that stone-faced expression remains. there was a flash of red hair from a memory— the image of a gem that isolated themself, fearing the harm that they brought to others, and a wish to be taken away... )

I won't be calling you a person, I can promise you that. ( it's an even-toned reply, as rutile's body eases off of the wall they had been leaning against, and they take slow, deliberate steps around dylas, and towards the door. )

You don't need to worry about me outing you, either. I have no intention of sharing secrets that don't belong to me.

( there's a hand on the door, and they pause.
there's a strangely softer expression as rutile looks over a shoulder. )

However, if you want to call these sorts of behaviours monstrous, then— I think you had better prepare yourself to meet a lot more monsters in your time here.

( and with a turn of the knob... they'll just see themselves out. )