Misaki sighed, looking down into the water the bartender had gotten her. "I know…" she said softly. It was a weakness, she supposed, that she was so kind. But why not be kind? If there were only cold hearted people in this world, everyday would be a struggle. "But maybe he won't. One act of compassion can do wonders in the hearts and minds of evil. I guess we'll just have to see if he grows up and kills me." She laughed at that thought, getting over her previous seriousness and trying not to dwell on her partial failure.
"How did you're mission go, Katsu?" she asked, now looking at him.



















