/Why did I do it?

Why did I insist on taking Yoji from Schuldig? Why'd I insist that either I went with them or they came with us? Why did I tell Schuldig that Yoji'd be safer with us, when he's just as safe with Bombay, Abyssinian and Schuldig himself?/

Sylvia sighed, looking down at the sleeping man and wondering what on earth had possessed her to bring him back to the Rot safe house with her. For once she was glad that Eden wasn't there because the red head would have had a fit when she found out that Sylvia had abducted the blonde, but it was no consolation for the confusion that plagued the precognitive.

It seemed her mind was stuck on one track, circling an endless ring of questions that all revolved around Yoji. /Why the hell can't I predict him!?/ During the melee that morning, she had been surprised by him several times, nearly reacting too late to retain her hold on him.

What surprised her even more was that she couldn't predict the moves of anyone that came into contact of Yoji, herself included. Normally she would have been able to avoid Bombay's dart with ease, but had been hit instead, injuring Yoji badly enough for him to require stitches.

/No wonder Brad always had a hard time with Weiss./ There was only one explanation for her inability to predict the blonde. The man was either a null, which wasn't likely since both Nagi and Schuldig's powers still worked on him, not to mention Gwen's and Eden's, or was an unpredictable, a wild card, someone who simply could not be foreseen.

/And if that's the case, there's no way I'm letting him out of my reach. With the situation escalating with Esset, someone who can't be foreseen by the organization's precognatives would be useful beyond measure./

Standing, Sylvia adjusted her glasses, looking down at the sleeping man in a mixture of confusion, regret and worry. Bending slightly, she brushed a strand of hair from his face before straightening again, calculating mask back in place.

"Sleep well Yoji. The game is just beginning."