I looked down in pity at the woman who had thought it her duty to kill me… capture me… it was still quite unclear what she wanted. Or why she had even done this.
So I stared straight into her eyes, letting my withering glare do the work. Only she stayed quiet.
"That usually works…" I pouted.
"Heh~" Celeste laughed, "Probably cause people think you're too cute to refuse."
"Cute?!"
I looked at my hands, my long hair that flowed down my shoulders.
"I'm…"
Sighing, I placed the girl into Celeste's custody. While I went to go pout somewhere else.
My back laid against the tree and I found myself staring at my hands. At the blood that washed so freely down my fingers. Letting the sticky fluid unencumber itself from my grip.
Before I could even blink… or maybe some time had passed, a significant amount. As Celeste came back. A grim smile on her face as she brought the beaten down corpse of the girl.
"She couldn't last."
