She's watching him again. No, that's not quite it. She's staring longingly at him. What I wouldn't do for a glance like that my way from her. She's the only one that matters to me, but he's the only one that matters to her—like that, at least.

"So how's he doing tonight… your hero Kaname?" I ask, hoping that she'll stop staring at him to send a glance my way—if only a mean face.

"W-well, I wasn't looking only at Kaname! Yes, yes—everyone in the Night Class is behaving well tonight! And there are no day class students out! Yeah! A quiet and peaceful night! There are no problems with school discipline!" she said.

I didn't earn a single fleeting look, but at least she wasn't staring at him anymore. I will never understand her affection for that being. He doesn't deserve it. He may have saved her ten years ago, but that one action doesn't absolve him of the sins that come with what he is and what those beings do.

"The headmaster talks about the Night Class like they're good vampires who support his pacifism, but I don't trust them. I won't let my guard down," I tell her, hoping silently for the umpteenth time that she might at least take them off of the pedestal she's held them to for so long.

"If you believe that, why do you cooperate without saying anything?" she asked before realizing she shouldn't have.

"I told you," I say, turning towards her. "I'm cooperating so I can find the most effective way to kill those beasts in human form."

After a short moment, I turn back around and take my leave, only saying "I'll patrol inside," as I walk away.

How can she trust them so easily? Someday, that big heart of hers will be hurt because of those monsters. And, in all likelihood, her heart will not be the only thing injured, but I'm sure she would still hold her pacifist ideals to her last drop of blood.