[Kira has had the privilege of reading Makima's thoughts for one week. Now that he can't, the concentric circles in Makima's eyes once again frame a bottomless pit of blackness, and this sense has never been stronger than when she says:]
[The last thing he said wasn't actually about how they will make a pact. It was about how they will survive. Makima props up her chin in both hands.]
If you make a contract with me [and screw everything, she's just calling it that] surely you will become aware of my true nature. [She might be repeating herself from the trial. Might as well. Kira can be a little inattentive anyway, and has become more attentive now that the critters wore him down.] I am the Control Devil. The Noise are not all that different from Devils. Instead of being born and dying of old age like humans, we are agents of fear and destruction. I would like to believe that control is a special type of concept that can implement plans to destroy bad things, but I have proven unable to so much as deceive a little group of less than a dozen people. The moment I return home, some country or other's large fragment of the Gun Devil will set its ten thousand sights upon me. My contracts will most likely reactivate and allow me to rise to that occasion. In fact, my contract with the Prime Minister may mean that I cannot refuse. But over many reincarnations, I have performed such duties in one place or another for six thousand years. And what do I have to show for it? My world did not have Nazis; it still has Soviets.
[What happened to Makima? Where is the proud woman who, during her execution, swung her body with chains so that instead of being eaten by "someone other than Chainsaw Man", the rhinoceros impaled her brain stem on its horn?]
And in return, I get to extend the lifespan of a human who kills for pleasure.
[She sits there, absolutely no tension in her body. Her eyes bore into Kira's. Her words are still not exactly a refusal.]
CW suicide, graphic violence, mention of Nazis
Why should I?
[The last thing he said wasn't actually about how they will make a pact. It was about how they will survive. Makima props up her chin in both hands.]
If you make a contract with me [and screw everything, she's just calling it that] surely you will become aware of my true nature. [She might be repeating herself from the trial. Might as well. Kira can be a little inattentive anyway, and has become more attentive now that the critters wore him down.] I am the Control Devil. The Noise are not all that different from Devils. Instead of being born and dying of old age like humans, we are agents of fear and destruction. I would like to believe that control is a special type of concept that can implement plans to destroy bad things, but I have proven unable to so much as deceive a little group of less than a dozen people. The moment I return home, some country or other's large fragment of the Gun Devil will set its ten thousand sights upon me. My contracts will most likely reactivate and allow me to rise to that occasion. In fact, my contract with the Prime Minister may mean that I cannot refuse. But over many reincarnations, I have performed such duties in one place or another for six thousand years. And what do I have to show for it? My world did not have Nazis; it still has Soviets.
[What happened to Makima? Where is the proud woman who, during her execution, swung her body with chains so that instead of being eaten by "someone other than Chainsaw Man", the rhinoceros impaled her brain stem on its horn?]
And in return, I get to extend the lifespan of a human who kills for pleasure.
[She sits there, absolutely no tension in her body. Her eyes bore into Kira's. Her words are still not exactly a refusal.]