Yomi looked the boy over, shielded from the worst of her doubts by the sesshouseki's veil of antipathy. She was beginning to think that Albedo didn't think at all. The worst kind of person was someone convinced they were being clever when they really weren't, but then she could hardly expect wisdom from children.

She wasn't in a position to judge, regardless. She'd proven herself quite unclever, too.

"That's a sweet sentiment," she said, and then without warning she moved forward, hand outstretched to ruffle silken hair. Invited on a hunting expedition by a little boy who liked her enough to kill her and include her in his hobbies. Normal siblings did at least one of those things, didn't they?

As for what to do.... well, was there any reason to say no? Running the infected prisoners to ground wasn't like the Coliseum--it was more like trash clean-up. Without a cure, they were only in the way in the long run.

Besides that, Albedo had posed an interesting quandary with news of Landel's meddling.

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