"Ah. I already figured it out," Haruhi shoots back. "You're probably just messing with me. That and or you have an ego as big as the sun itself and believe yourself to be beyond the mortal realm or something just as silly." That is her theory anyways. She believes in a world where tiny 18-year-olds can work in host clubs. She did. She really did. She worked with one, after all. But people being beyond a hundred years old? That's just an insult to her intelligence.

"That Phantom Thief Dark facade will only last for so long before it just becomes uninteresting. That's just how most myths and legends go." She pulls up yet another patch of grass, looking at the blades in her hand. Damn. Those were short that time. "But what do I know? I'm just some guy." She says blandly, scattering them back onto the grass.