Al Drin Hoshizora: Just like Alexis. Sorry for the wait.

I am a burglar: Robbery is a career?

Janet received a phone call the very next day. She'd thought it was Alexis at first, but she was surprised when she found out it was from someone arguably worse.

"Hey, Janet," Came Mirror Isabella's unmistakable voice. She sounded surprisingly cheerful, however.

"What are you doing?" Janet asked, then asked, "And how are you contacting me from your dimension?"

"It doesn't matter," Mirror Isabella said. "Anyways, I heard about your little heroics. I must say, without any sarcasm, that I am deeply proud of you, Janet."

"W-What?" Janet asked, beginning to feel rather sick. Mirror Isabella continued with, "Yes, it really was admirable that you would take a life to save my brother. I didn't think you had it in you, but you sure didn't disappoint me. Thank you, Janet."

"B-But," Janet stuttered, shaking.

"No need to say, 'your welcome', you've done enough," Mirror Isabella replied casually. "And I hope to see that you get the praise you deserve."

Janet heard a dial tone, signaling that she had been hung up on. Janet set the phone down, and shuddered.

Mirror Isabella had frightened Janet before, so it struck her as odd that Mirror Isabella complimenting her, if she could call it that, gave her a sense of sickly disgust. Was Mirror Isabella congratulating her for killing someone?

Janet didn't want to be remembered like that. She didn't want people to think of her as the girl who stabbed a man to death. She wanted to be thought of as the girl who'd always help people in need. The girl who helped save Crystal City.

What had she done? She'd killed a man, that's it.

How was she going to explain this to Sam? She was his morale, and now she'd murdered somebody right in front of him.

Janet felt like the man she'd killed; lower than dirt.

When Janet passed through the Mirror Dimension forest, she was greeted by many Mirror People. They would courtesy in her presence, wave at her, or even compliment her.

One half of Janet was wondering how word had got around to how she'd murdered the robber who attacked Sam. The other half of her was wondering why they were complimenting her for it. Her parents had always told her that murder was a bad thing.

She eventually went to the ice rink. It had formerly been a tar pit, but it had been frozen over by Sam after the whole Mirror Isabella crisis had ended. Now, Mirror People and regular humans often skated on it.

Janet soon found Kizzy sitting near the rink. Kizzy had been adopted into a different family, and so Janet didn't see her often.

"Oh, hey Janet," Kizzy said before Janet could even say anything. Janet shrugged and sat down next to her.

"It seems that little incident has made her popular, hm?" Kizzy asked, reading a comic book. Janet groaned. Would somebody refrain from bringing that up?

"I didn't want to do it," Janet said, pulling her hair. "I just brought the knife in case, and when I saw he had a gun, I just-"

"You killed him?" Kizzy asked. Janet nodded sadly.

"The police will be investigating," Kizzy pointed out. "They'll be asking the family for questions. You'll be questioned most of all, since you were the one who dealt the fatal blow."

"I know," Janet said sorrowfully. "I wish I could've done something to make it different. Maybe if I had acted sooner, he wouldn't have gotten killed."

Surprisingly, Kizzy wrapped her arm around Janet's shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, this isn't something that you can fix," Kizzy said. "You did kill him, and you can't bring him back to life, but you are remorseful."

"What should I have done?" Janet asked.

Kizzy thought for a while. "Janet, have you read certain stories?" She asked. "Stories with these villains that bust out of jail, kill people, get locked up, then bust out of jail and kill more people?"

"I think so," Janet said.

"Sometimes, these people shouldn't be... left alive," She said bluntly.

"What?" Janet asked. "You mean, kill them?"

"Now, don't misunderstand me," Kizzy said. "I don't mean you should murder every single bad person. Not every bad person deserves death. A pickpocket doesn't deserve to die. Nor does some guy who takes off with your handbag. These aren't things to kill over."

Janet nodded.

"But, there are just times when you have to protect people," Kizzy said. "People like your family. Sometimes, you just have to put their needs over your own. If that robber had shot one of my family members, and was about to do so again, I would've done what you did. And my family would've done the same for me."

Janet managed a small smile. "Huh," She said.

"Now go home, and face whatever is going to happen," Kizzy said, with a smile, patting Janet on the back.

Janet nodded, and with that, set off home.

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