█{{✰}}██ “…” There’s risk to this, curiosity can only drive one so far and at the end of that trail is nothing that a child should deserve to see through bloody memories and then some. She didn’t know what exactly to think of this gesture upon taking flowers from the younger of the two; that’s fine by her… she’d have to avoid letting her get in too far for her own safety. The shooter didn’t need an innocent on her conscious with the rest of it. It’s nothing she can stop if she did find out, even if she wouldn’t want her to push it too far.
What kind of a knight would she be, if she let someone die over discovering her history? She wouldn’t be any sort of good one, knowing that it all rested on her shoulders to keep them safe as much as the other part of her soul had gone far to do the same. It’s all for them, humanity, as a means of preventing the greater risk of her rampaging secret from being released out of that cage she held it within mentally. All for them, as much as she knew she may be better off leaving this place.
Yet now is not the time for her to think of this, so she dropped her train of thought to carefully reach out with one hand, ruffling her silver tresses in a sort of affectionate manner to show her thanks for this.
Sycamore - Curiosity