"I dunno how I'm going to, yet. But I know I have to try. I owe it to everyone there, to my uncle, to my parents... To you. I have to keep going."

She was still quiet, leaning on him, pleaing silently for support. She didn't want to explain that, maybe, it was because she thought she'd never be stronger than anyone from Kiri. Not from anyone that was sent after her, or even just happened to cross her path. Like Sephiroth. Like that Hoshigaki guy. Or anyone. The bloody mist still terrified her.

Maybe it shouldn't have.

When her eyes opened again it was to a frown, both her clouded and clear eyes looking down on the metal balls she pulled out of the pouch and absently started to play with.

"... But... I can't run. Not anymore. Not from my blood, can I?"