All that she questioned, it seemed, was capability. Otherwise, Senna appeared intent on keeping his company, regardless of the insinuations she might have procured from his mirror. It was foolish to question why; by now, Nigredo understood this individual was, as so eloquently put, "a little weird". She would probably stick close unless the child painted her presence as unwanted, which despite a claim of tolerance and possible shifts, was the opposite of what he truly felt.

Like before--like how it would likely be until everything stopped--the line of thought was derailed by the one standing behind them. "You don't understand, do you?" His tone touched on pleased, probably for the perceived ignorance. Nigredo's grip on the weapon tightened on instinct. "I'm Nigredo. I'm as every bit a part of him as he is of me. You don't just leave yourself."

That was the crux of the matter, wasn't it?

"Besides," he continued, "I am the only one he has. Even if he loved you more than anything else in existence, he will still choose me over you. He will reject everything to keep his peace of mind." The 'child' stepped nearer, leaning dangerously close to the older girl. His next words, however, were address to Nigredo himself. "Why don't you tell her? Tell how you killed your father because you didn't want to lose yourself."