Oh, God... silently seething lol? Kiga's manipulation is interesting in the way it differs from Makima's in that I don't think she'd do anything so outwardly... bad. I love Kiga's contradictions in not caring to disguise herself from the general public and yet she so gracefully - even better than Makima! - manages to hide the fact she's a complete fucking monster. She's just a silly little guy! She's so quirky! She loves eating! Meanwhile, she's adjusting the playing board so all the moving pieces will eventually have to fill the spots she wants. She's not a total control freak, double-knotted and leashed type like Makima is, no, she'll make you believe that it was your own doing that eventually led you to your casket.

So with that in mind, I don't think Makiyoru would know of the subtle means she's driving them apart. The blunt drag of her tongue in relishing War while putting down Control, setting them in different boxes as the favorite and the disappointment, a long-con in putting herself down as the fool, the jester, so no suspicion arises while they gradually tear each other to pieces. And the worst part is that I think Famine - the most a devil can have, anyhow - has good intentions. She wants her family perfect, damnit! It's not her fault Control is faulty! It's not her fault she's the eldest and this responsibility falls onto her shoulders! That Death avoids the role she's supposed to play! Someone has to care! And if she must be hated to fulfill her obligations then so be it. Call her the unfortunate guardian. Anything for you, little sister... even if must end in heartache.

A threesome between all of them would go kinda hard with all this in mind, though LOL. The closest to feeling so /full,/ her two little sisters ravishing her in all their hatred but if she squints maybe it's the same as the morbid affection they hold for each other - not for her, of course. Never for her. But to give Kiga a single taste of a 'what-if' would likely lead her slow picking of their relationship into overdrive. Just another taste. Another spoonful. She knows she can't finish her plate and she knows she can't have her stomach swollen but it feels so good and she almost forgot that she was Famine, a horseman of the apocalypse for a split-moment of a second. It needs to end in flames, somehow. Consider it her single indulgence.