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She nodded hesitantly, wondering why she almost always ended up getting interogated about what she knew whereever she went. Through the open window in the next room, she heard a lone wolf's howl, and she looked in that general direction. "Just don't get killed...." she whispered after a moment, just long enough to figure out what had been meant.

She sighed, letting her gaze drop to the floor before returning to his eyes. "Let me ask you this first. If a child is raised by pirates and killers, she grows to become one herself. Is it beoming a killer her fault, not having known anything else? Is it her fault for doing what she thought was perfectly aceptable? Or should she be expected to randomly come up with the idea of mercy, when she lives with cold-hearted men?" she asked quietly.

She ignored the chair, then forced a faint smile. "I know you're furious, you don't have to hide behind a smile." she remarked, before continueing. "Yes, I killed them. No, I can't remember how many others. I did as i was told, appearing the innocent child who escaped the pirates. Then, well, you can figure out the rest. Like Akarni said, no one would think a child could do such things." she admitted, her voice quiet, her head hung. She took the pictures, but didn't look at them, but looked up to him. "What did you mean, around anyone of my blood? I remember nothing of my family, the...." she forced herself to stop, biting her tounge. "Akarni supressed them when he let me leave the ship, two years ago. I only remember scattered things, mostly things that I've done."

"I didn't do it, I know that's what you're asking. I haven't done anything in two years, with the exception of what I was blamed for in Mysirac." she looked closer at them, then blinked, hoping she was seeing things. "Takari?" she asked, then looked back up to him. "I don't know the girl, but Takari was the only other woman on the ship, but she had left a few years before I did... I'm not sure why Akarni let her, or me, leave though. Generally the only escape from his ship is death, or you have to live with his brand if you do get away."

"She was... The one you always went to if you needed help, even if it was just a shoulder to cry on. She hated the carnage that Akarni and the rest of the crew loved, and pulled me away from it, making excusses to keep me with her below the deck. She was there for as long as I can remember, which isn't very long, but still. Most the others saw her, and me once I was older than 13, as a source of intertainment, not as a person. But Akarni was always more lenient with her, and me, than the other crew. It wasn't just because we were the only girls on a ship of men, there was some other reason, I just don't remember what...."

She walked over to him, setting the picture gently on his desk, and looked at the picture he held. "Your wife and daughter, weren't they?" she asked quietly, managing to keep the sympathy from her voice. She hated that they were dead, and even more so that they were both killed by Akari. She recognized how it had been done, that clear to her even in the picture. She's seen his murders for years, and would recognize it anywhere.

After he left suddenly, making her quickly step away, she took the knife from the drawer again, rolling it in her hands. It'd be a shame if it didn't kill the only living person of his bloodline. she found herself thinking. Perhaps I should... "No." she said aloud, realizing the knife was inserting the thoughts into her mind. She set it down on the desk and watched the glow fade, as it had brightened when she picked it up. She replaced the dagger in the drawer before leaving the room to find Father Michael.