"Yeah... that's it. I'm not interested." she said seeming to wonder why he was so hung up on this. In the mind of the young woman sitting at the table, he'd already done his part. He'd won his parts war, he'd become Sky King, he had phenomenal cosmic power. Trying to keep that to himself, or worse hand it over to a bunch of kids who didn't know what to do with it, seemed irresponsible at best. "People will always want things they don't have, and scoff at what they do when the next thing is better. That is nature... " she mentioned, it would be obvious by this statement that she didn't understand the nature of her own greed. The inability to properly appreciate what was hers, because she was so busy trying to get what belonged to everyone else. Such an attitude would indeed create the greedy god the man had mentioned but, she couldn't possibly know that. "Craze for power? No, my whole team is in it for the money. If I couldn't use it, I'd sell it... to the highest bidder and that is honest. And please don't act like giving that much power to a child is a better idea... it's really not. A temper-tantrum that shuts down a city with only someone like you to stop it... a fabulous idea." she said. She had no idea what she'd be like as basically a god, she didn't even really think she wanted that sort of thing... but the cash such a piece of technology could potentially bring in, was a bit too good to pass up. Before this point, her whole team was designed, to win parts, or steal them from people who had them, and this guy was sitting in front of her talking like the ones who had the best gear didn't even want it. "I assume a greedy god would be rich... take over everything and sell it back at a profit. That seems like a reasonable enough thing to do... nothing too drastic just set yourself up to be happy. Doesn't even seem all that bad to me." the young woman said. "And by all means if you or any of your friends find the weight of your gear to be too much for you, feel free to hand it over... the rest of us actually want it." she said seeming to not get why anyone wouldn't want the kind of gear they had to work with.

That was not to say that she didn't understand about things belonging to people. After all, she presently had a regalia all her own, so she fully understood what it was like to have something specially crafted for you that worked. But... the idea that everyone shouldn't reach for the things they wanted, simply because they actually wanted them or they belonged to someone else... seemed a bit backwards. If you're willing to bet what you have, you have to be willing to lose it. People died all the time over nothing, at least in this case, they'd be dying for something they wanted and that seemed like a much better idea. As this conversation progressed and seemed to get even more in depth the man known as Waka seemed to be finally be finishing up his dessert. He was on the last bite and balancing it on his spoon in the privacy of his office for a few seconds before allowing the spoon to travel the remaining distance to his mouth. "Mmm~ Simply delightful. I should make sure the others get customers who also treat me~" the chimed to himself, taking a few more seconds of happy loneliness before he'd get back up and return to his job.