"That Kamui has a name," Winter spits out, Raquel falling into her hand, palmed Loveads already in the slot. "And I know the real you, and the real Senketsu, would be horrified that you're talking about eating people. About eating us." Not that the idea doesn't horrify her; Emilia had already given her a lot to think about, what with the whole vampire thing, and specifically using that same word - predator. Winter isn't accustomed to being on the wrong end of the food chain, and as much as she'd like to present a strong front, it's very disturbing.

Thankfully, transforming into Cure Diamond does a lot to tip the scales, and when the light of her own transformation clears without sound or complex motion, she feels... just a little bit less like a rabbit cowering in fear. "I agree. I'm sorry, but I think I'd rather we not make this a regular thing." She's not entirely sure how she's being casual while her life is threatened. It must be the stress. Or a coping mechanism. One or the other.