[ Kyouko wouldn't have to try so hard not to care, if she didn't always put everything of herself into caring. To save her family, she gave up her soul. For Sayaka, she'd make sure that she didn't die alone. And to protect Clay, Kyouko would give up her life. It's either all or nothing.

And that's why she understands the Assassins, despite only knowing so much about them. Not because she gets why they fight. Fighting for peace, for freedom-- they might as well be fighting for the words themselves. How could she conceive of fighting for an intangible idea, when all she's known are monsters? ]

You know, I don't get you guys. Adults. Seems like you always gotta find some reason to fight over something.

[ Kyouko may not understand their cause, but she does understand how they must feel. Cutting off fingers, trading your soul, risking your life for something because nothing else is more important? That, she gets.

A sigh escapes her, and she takes a seat beside Ezio, shoulders bending in a tired slouch.The heel of her boot starts to hit the metal container with a soft, continuous bang. An absentminded twitch. ]

If an idiot stabbed me, I'd want stab him back extra hard. [ Her expression might not change, but there is something in her voice that shifts. ] Clay promised that only I could kill him.

[ The next bang echoes louder. ]

And I don't like liars.