"We don't know that they're dead," Beatrix said, noting the man that entered the room to talk to Maki, and making sure her lower her voice even more. "Gone does not mean dead. I have lived through what others would think of being dead - unconscious for four years from a bullet to the head, being buried alive so I had to literally claw my way to the surface with nothing but my nails and determination to get out."
"For all we know, one of them could be walking down that hall as we speak," she said, offhandedly, with a nod toward the hallway through the open door.
The Bride suddenly went silent as she turned over what Hanyuu had actually said in her mind as recalled some of the things she'd mentioned earlier about some game. She didn't quite understand what the girl was getting on about, so she thought in general terms. The way she was saying 'we' didn't sound like it was referring to a large group of people and Mion certainly didn't have this hopeless melancholy. Mion was upset, yes, but the older girl wasn't giving up. Not like Hanyuu.
It was almost as if Hanyuu had seen more in her life than any twelve year old could possibly have. This kind of hopelessness, giving up, is something she'd seen in the very old politicians and organized crime bosses she'd killed before. They knew the end was inevitable and they'd grown tired of trying to avoid it, so they stopped fighting back, stopped eluding her and made the job that much easier. That's what this reminded her of. It didn't make sense - Hanyuu was a child. She should not have these feelings and the knowledge that something had caused it in the girl set ablaze a new fire of hatred in Beatrix. A child should not be like this and if the Bride ever found out who had brought it upon Hanyuu she would be certain to kill the one one responsible.
She put her hand to Hanyuu's cheek with a motherly touch. "If you don't believe that you can change things, then believe in those of us around you. One person cannot create change. They can be a catalyst, but it is the many that make it happen," she said, the edge of anger toward Hanyuu gone from her voice. "I don't know what suffering you have gone through, Hanyuu, but I can hear it in your voice. I've heard that tone several times before and I've delivered death to it." Her bluntness of her words were a bit contradictory to the softness of her touch, but she meant them both.
"It asks for death, Hanyuu, but death... death is not going to give you the answer you seek. Do not ask for death."
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"For all we know, one of them could be walking down that hall as we speak," she said, offhandedly, with a nod toward the hallway through the open door.
The Bride suddenly went silent as she turned over what Hanyuu had actually said in her mind as recalled some of the things she'd mentioned earlier about some game. She didn't quite understand what the girl was getting on about, so she thought in general terms. The way she was saying 'we' didn't sound like it was referring to a large group of people and Mion certainly didn't have this hopeless melancholy. Mion was upset, yes, but the older girl wasn't giving up. Not like Hanyuu.
It was almost as if Hanyuu had seen more in her life than any twelve year old could possibly have. This kind of hopelessness, giving up, is something she'd seen in the very old politicians and organized crime bosses she'd killed before. They knew the end was inevitable and they'd grown tired of trying to avoid it, so they stopped fighting back, stopped eluding her and made the job that much easier. That's what this reminded her of. It didn't make sense - Hanyuu was a child. She should not have these feelings and the knowledge that something had caused it in the girl set ablaze a new fire of hatred in Beatrix. A child should not be like this and if the Bride ever found out who had brought it upon Hanyuu she would be certain to kill the one one responsible.
She put her hand to Hanyuu's cheek with a motherly touch. "If you don't believe that you can change things, then believe in those of us around you. One person cannot create change. They can be a catalyst, but it is the many that make it happen," she said, the edge of anger toward Hanyuu gone from her voice. "I don't know what suffering you have gone through, Hanyuu, but I can hear it in your voice. I've heard that tone several times before and I've delivered death to it." Her bluntness of her words were a bit contradictory to the softness of her touch, but she meant them both.
"It asks for death, Hanyuu, but death... death is not going to give you the answer you seek. Do not ask for death."