Petite Protector!

❤ - win my muse’s heart

♡ - make my muse melt

❦ - instantly turn my muse on

✯ - make my muse cry

ツ - make my muse laugh/smile

☓ - guilt trip my muse

⁇ - get any information you want out of my muse

✎ - negotiate with my muse

☠ - hurt my muse

"That’s… I suppose so…" 

There was no flaw in the child’s logic, it was only that the idea that this would leave people upset still refused to sit well in her heart. Sterling brows furrowed above her carmine lenses, a soft sadness reflected in the reds of her eyes as her hand squeezed gently at the smaller hand sitting in her palm.

"Is that it, then…? Is there no other way? For anyone to be unhappy… surely there is some way to prevent it…" The swordswoman paused for a second, biting at her lip as she wracked her brain for answers.

Geez… how long did it take for her to get over it? Didn’t she kill people before? Pathetic.

"I-I’m sure they don’t like this life anyway… when people do bad things, it must mean they are unhappy with living, right?” Ironic. “You would be doing them a favor… so maybe, in this case, you would be making everyone happy..” She tried to lift her voice to a bit more upbeat setting.

"…I’m afraid I’m not sure who exactly the person is… but it looked like they were apart of a gang or something… or maybe a mafia." She looked down, hoping that she looked liked she was a little scared to answer. 

"Fuyuhiko’s…?"

She spoke the name with a hesitant voice, grip loosening slightly on the child’s hand as she lowered her head in thought.

"Is it really alright to end someone’s life simply because they don’t like it…? That seems rather… callous, doesn’t it? Ah… but I suppose it’s-"

My job, right? She stopped herself from saying the words, a sickly feeling growing in the back of her throat at the very thought. Remembering that something like that was what she was raised for left a disgusting feeling in the pit of her stomach.

But no one would question it.

If she were to kill a member of a rival gang it would be forgotten… rather quickly. And more importantly-

"It doesn't really matter what it is. As long as they're happy, it doesn't matter the request, right?" Ugh... she felt slightly sick speaking those words. Whatever. I gotta keep up the act.

She let go of the others hand, wiping her eyes from those.... 'tears'. "I-I'm afraid so... I-I think I saw them talking to his father. They were arguing. I think that's why he's doing this..." She sniffed. There we go, perfect.

The actual person she was targeting... never did that. Ever. He was a rather close friend of that stupid Mafia 'leader'. But... he just seemed to annoy her.. probably because all he ever did was spoil Bo-chan... well, this is what the 'new and improved' Peko thought.

It was so hard trying to push down that smile she wanted to show. But she pushed it down and looked up, 

"I-It... would. To keep our friends from perishing, we must prevail." Another completely sincere smile would come after that, raising a fist.