It is.

[She's got that mysterious smile of her as she stands there, watching his back. Yes, indeed, this floor is quite appropriate for him. It matches quite well with who he is--what he represents to her.

Or, at least, what he once represented.

Narukami had long since dispelled the need for Emptiness. He had conquered it soundly, and had declared Hope triumphant. Ironic, with how crushing Emptiness can be.]

You have spoken to Narukami?

[She notes how he doesn't face her fully. Keeps his back turned, but looks over his shoulder. He doesn't want to face her, face the image of Death itself.

How ironic.]

[There's that mysterious smile of hers. Giving nothing away, but always holding the promise of secrets.]

Then you know the future you face.

[She'll quickly close the space then, standing just before him. It's rude, after all, to talk at such a distance now that he's facing her. Granted, he might not like the chill to the air around her right now. Or the decay beginning to peek up just barely over the neckline of her kimono.]

[Yes, Adachi. They did. They not only outsmarted you, they hit you hard. Just like they did her. She smiles, still, as he goes on to say that. Red, skeletal hands grab onto his pants legs--though it's to keep him from accidentally backing up off the edge of the building, should he try to continue. She takes a step closer, keeping that distance closed, and reaches up. The decay has retreated again, and she seems like she's about to cup his face...

Except then her fingers are loosely at his neck. Not strangling, but enough he should get the point as to why, exactly, she's interested in this topic.]

It matters quite a bit to me, Adachi-san.

[That earns a low but gentle laugh. She smiles up at him, and he'll now be aware that the hand is now skeletal and red, the decay once more creeping up into her features--much more visibly this time.]

Because, Adachi-san. You didn't think you got your powers free of charge, did you?

Hardly a puppet. You're more like a representative. I merely awakened your power. Everything you did was of your own will.

[It's amusing, seeing him fight back. Because he doesn't stand a chance--not against the one who gave him the power in the first place, not against a death goddess.

She can feel that pulse this close, faint as it is to her. And she almost wants to dare him to call forth that which she awakened in him.]

However, Yomi is my realm, and all that die belong there--and thus to me. You're a dead man walking, are you not?