Olivia's gonna be a tad OOC in this chapter. You'll see why in a minute. Also, I don't know if it matters, but sorry about the Dexter spoilers in the last chapter. If it matters.
"Olivia…" Robin muttered, looking up from his piece of paper to the pink-haired dancer in front of him. "Why did we recruit you?"
"U-Umm…" She said nervously. She felt like she was in trouble with a teacher, the way he asked the question.
"No, I mean, seriously, why did we recruit you?" Robin asked. "You're a good dancer and all-"
"I-I'm a horrible dancer!" Olivia exclaimed, louder than she expected to.
"Look, can we not do this song and dance here?" Robin asked. "Heh. 'Song and dance.' Anyway, I know you're a good dancer, and it does somewhat raise morale, having you around, but what can you do for the army aside from that?"
"...I don't know." She replied.
"Exactly!" Robin exclaimed. "Look, you have your talents. That much is obvious. However, I don't think those talents are best suited for the Shepherds. You can use a sword, but not to a Shepherd's expectations. So, I'm afraid I'm letting you go. I look forward to your future endeavors, though." He smiled at her.
"B..But I…"
"What's wrong, Olivia?" Robin asked. "I mean, aside from losing your job."
"I...I like...I like to kill." She replied, looking away from robin and blushing furiously.
Robin looked at her blankly. "...What." He said. "When...When have you ever killed?"
"W-Well…" Olivia said. "I...I don't really directly confront an enemy. Usually when I'm supporting somebody, I might get a few slashed in. But, sometimes, when the opponent is almost dead, the person I'm supporting will go fight somebody else. So, I…I finish the person off. There's something...exciting about watching the life drain from a person and know it's your fault." She said, still avoiding Robin's eyes. She was still blushing and playing with her fingers.
"...The words coming out of your mouth don't match your body…" Robin commented. "So, what you're saying is that you have a taste for blood?"
"I-I thought it would only last while we were at war, but the other day, I…I killed somebody. In cold blood. And...and I liked it." She said.
Robin nodded, and slowly put his sword on his desk.
"Olivia…" Robin said. "Am I going to need this?"
"No!" Olivia exclaimed. "I think I have it all figured out. I just...I just need some time. I think I'll improve my skills so I can kill professionally." She said. "That way, I can live off of dancing and killing."
"...OK then." Robin said. "So, what happened to the person you killed the other day?"
"I gave the body to Henry." The dancer (and apparent murderer) replied. "He seems like he'd know what to do with it."
"...Huh. I guess I owe Henry an apology." Robin said. "...On second thought, I don't. So, do you think you're good, when it comes to the job and whatnot?"
"...Yes, I'll manage." She replied, smiling at Robin.
"Good." Robin said, then he grinned. "Also, I got you to admit you're a good dancer! When you said you would live off of AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Robin screamed as Olivia drove the desk sword into his shoulder, impaling him to the chair.
"Sorry!" Olivia exclaimed. "I got upset, and that just kinda happened! Sorry! Should I get a healer?" She asked.
"YES AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Robin exclaimed. Olivia ran out of the room. "HOW IS THIS THE FIRST MEETING I GET HURT DURING?! I JUST DID HENRY! AHHHHHHHHNAGAWHYAHHHHHHHH-"
Olivia was never really a powerhouse in my play through (although I know she can be), and the army didn't recruit her for combat. My only guess about why she killed people was that she got a pleasure out of it.
I may have made that connection because I wanted her to be somewhat connected to Henry. I might have shipped them differently in my play through, but the supports for Henry/Olivia are adorbs.
Up next: Cherche (And, by extension, Minerva)