A/N

Edited a certain line to better fit into Archer's character.

Kyoko ran as fast as her legs could take her on top of the highway that would lead them back to Kazamino. Her illusions hid her and Mami from any cars that passed by, allowing them to move as fast they did.

It still wasn't enough. She needed to be even faster.

"Don't transform Sakura," Mami told her. "If you do it now you won't even make it to the city before you tire out."

Mami was right, but that didn't change the fact that Momo was missing. And a pair of Magical Girls was responsible. One black and one white.

Why her though? The only Magical Girl that Kyoko and Momo knew was Mami. Why did two complete strangers go out of their way to attack her Servant and kidnap her little sister?

"Are you sure you don't know anything about them?" Kyoko asked. "Anything at all? Reasons why they would take Momo?"

"No. I have no idea why anyone would go after you or your Sister. I also haven't heard of any girls with the ability to manipulate time or see the future in the surrounding areas," Mami replied.

"There has to be something we're missing! There's no reason why Momo would go running off with them!" Kyoko shouted.

"Sakura, calm down."

"Calm Down!? My little sister is missing!"

"And we will find her," Mami replied calmly. "But panicking won't help her. It'll only leave you vulnerable should they decide to attack us."

If a pair of Magical Girls capable of fighting on par with a Servant suddenly attacked them… Well it was a thought that even gave Kyoko pause. "Do you really think one of them can see the future?" The only information they had was what Archer had told them.

"Everything seems too well planned," Mami began to mull. "The Witch heading to my apartment, Archer getting attacked while he was weakened, and Momo being taken. Any number of things could've gone wrong for them, such as the timing, but it didn't. That seems to suggest something beyond precognition as Archer suggests."

"But still. Seeing the future?"

"It isn't outside the realm of possibility. A wish often determines the unique magic a Magical Girl manifests. A wish to see or perhaps change the future might give a person some ability of Foresight."

"How do we deal with someone who can see the future then? We can't exactly catch them off guard."

"There has to be limits to what they can do. Magic like that would likely take a significant amount of Magical Energy to use. We would have to pressure her, force her to use up her magic or put her into a position where the future doesn't end well for her."

"So basically… hit her as hard as I can?" Kyoko suggested.

"Yes. Surprisingly," Mami admitted. "The simpler a plan, the less opportunities she has to turn it against us. Archer is the type to think and analyze everything so I can see why it would be a bad matchup for him."

"I'm still surprised they could give him a good fight."

"It was bound to happen. There's a lot of different Magic in this world. We won't always be the strongest nor will we have the most favorable matchups. The best we can to is adapt for when those situations come."

Still… As if the fact that her sister was missing wasn't enough, but there was also the shock that Kyoko felt by her seemingly invincible Servant be vulnerable for once. Granted he came out of it fine, but the fact that he could be pushed back and actually bleed…

She needed to find Momo and she needed to get stronger. Strong enough that she could kill those bastards for messing with her Sister.

Whoever and wherever they were.

Oriko sat comfortably in her family's garden, miles away from where she had fought the Servant in red and black. After brewing the tea, she began to fill three separate cups. "Would you like sugar and milk with that Kirika?"

"Anything you make is perfect for me Oriko," Kirika replied eagerly

"Straight black it is in then."

Kirika immediately frowned in disappointment. "Aw."

Oriko chuckled before putting three sugar and a generous portion of milk in the tea for her partner. She then turned toward the other figure that continued to remain standing despite the chair offered to them. "How do you like your tea?"

"Was fighting that man really necessary?" The cloaked figure asked.

Oriko filled her own teacup before deigning to answer the cloaked figure. "Yes. We had to make sure that he wouldn't interfere."

"Interfere with what?"

"That is something you do not need to know."

"I'm quite certain that I do."

"Hey!" Kirika shouted. "Oriko told you that you don't. You wanna listen to her or do you wanna fight?"

"Kirika. No." Oriko chastised her partner.

"Aw."

Oriko turned back to the cloaked figure. "As I was saying. You'll get what you desire as long as you fulfill certain duties for me. I won't require you for another two years though so you can do what you want until then."

"What I want is to eliminate any threats to her safety," the cloaked figure replied.

"And yet you haven't killed me yet." Oriko took a sip of her tea. "That means that our interests happen to align."

"For now," the figure admitted.

"If any of us fail to do what is required, then I'll have no choice but to-" Oriko hardly flinched as a GLOCK 19 was pointed to her forehead.

Kirika was tense, but she was loyal and would follow her orders. Well, most of them. Sometimes she needed a good scolding or two.

"Die by your hand." Oriko continued. "I simply won't sit idle as the world is brought to ruin, while you would do anything to protect her. However, this time might be different."

"How?"

"There is a chance, a single possibility of salvation," Oriko explained as she casually pushed the gun away. "The salvation of all Magical Girls, a world where she would never become a threat to us. A chance only granted to us because of the meddling of a certain being."

"The Kaleidoscope," the figure grumbled.

"Yes, the one responsible for bringing you and that Servant here."

"All for their entertainment."

"Whatever their motives are, it is because of them that you have the opportunity to break from the cycle that has kept you trapped for so long. Why not take this chance to try something new?"

"New is bad. It is something that can't be predicted or planned for."

"It was because of that predictability that you were trapped in the first place. Sometimes radical action is needed to enact change. Use this opportunity to do something different rather than shadowing her all day."

"I need to protect her."

"She won't be approached yet, not for another two years at least. You have plenty of time to try something else. There's another of you still in a hospital that is available for when that time comes."

"That person is a weakling. A liability that leeches off the kindness of others. She won't do what needs to be done."

"I could say the same of you." The figure remained still, though Oriko could tell that her words had gotten to her. Being able to see countless possible futures of people tended to give one's words a certain bite.

"We're done here," the figure said as they sat up. "Don't call until you need me."

"Of course."

The figure was gone in an instant. Nothing left of them except for a single cup of tea that had gone untouched.

"I don't like her," Kirika grumbled.

"You don't like anyone that isn't me."

"Aw."

Momo arrived at the entrance of her old home. The one that her Big Sister had taken her out of. The one where her father and mother still lived.

She had always resolved herself to eventually come home, to try and patch things between her father and sister, so it wasn't difficult for her to come here on Oriko's orders.

She didn't like Oriko though. In fact, she hated her. And this was the first person she ever hated, which said something about how creepy she was. But Momo loved her Sister more and if coming here was apparently what it would take to save her, then she would do it.

The lights were off and there didn't seem to be anyone home though. Momo knocked on the door anyway. It was the polite thing to do. No one answered though, so she used a bit of Magecraft to mess with the lock and open the door herself.

She was greeted by a silent hallway. The darkness that pervaded the place seemed more ominous than ever.

What did she have to be afraid of though? This was her old home.

She flicked on the lights and carefully stepped inside.

Mama and Papa were probably missing the two of them right now. They would be glad to see her and hear news that they were both doing fine.

Momo arrived at the living room and was surprised to find that it wasn't empty. Her mother seemed to be sleeping at the dining table, while the bathroom door was open to show her father washing his hands in the sink.

"You're back," her father commented without turning around. He continued to wash his hands in his sink.

"I am Papa," Momo replied as she walked up to the dining table and sat across from her Mother. "Hi Mama." Her mother remained silent as she continued to have her head buried in her arms.

Wow. Mama must've been really tired. That was probably why the room was also so dark, apart from the single candle that was lit on the table.

"I see you chose to abandon your heretic of a Sister."

Momo wanted to deny her father's words, tell him that Kyoko wasn't a heretic, but no. She had to be the mediator between them. "I just wanted to see you again," she decided to say instead.

"After you abandoned us too?"

"I didn't do that… I just didn't want to leave my Big Sis."

"She's a Witch."

Momo flinched as she was harshly reminded of the fate of every Magical Girl. Kyoko wasn't a Witch though, not yet at least, and she would never become one if Momo had a say in it. "She's not a Witch. She just wants to do her best to help people."

"By selling her soul to the Devil."

The Incubators might as well be Devils for what they did to her Sister, but she wasn't going to tell her father that… yet. "She didn't sell her soul to the Devil."

"And yet she has forsaken God. Taken on some Pagan Magic and used it to curse this family."

Momo was starting to see where her Big Sis's stubbornness was coming from. "We aren't cursed."

"But we are. You just don't realize it." He finally turned around to look at her. "You simply don't realize it do you? My followers, they were all enamored by her Magic, I know that now. What I've labored for my entire life has been turned into the Devil's work."

"Papa-"

"No longer though."

He began to walk toward her in an ominous way. Scary enough that Momo got out of her chair and quickly backed up. As she stood, she hit the table and caused the candle to topple over. Its fire began to start lighting up the sheets, though she had something else to worry about at the moment.

"I will free us all," he continued. "Just as I did your mother."

Momo looked at her mother and realized that she hadn't moved that entire time. She was completely, utterly still. "Mama?"

Distracted at the sight of her mother, she could only gasp as her father grabbed her neck. She was pushed down before she could try to get away. Her head hit the floor first. It hurt and everything began to get blurry around her. She let out a silent choke as her father tightened his grip around her neck.

Momo grabbed her father's arms and tried to push him off, but she was too weak. She wouldn't be able to push him off. Not with her own strength.

Time seemed slow as she struggled to breathe as everything around her began to get darker. She could barely think, barely realize that her father had likely done this to her mother.

Her father killed her mother. He was now going to kill her. After that he was going to do the same to Kyoko. Her Big Sister couldn't die.

And just like that, a brief moment of clarity came to her mind. That was why she was here in the first place. To stop her sister's death by their own father's hands. If he was going to kill them all… then there was only one thing left to do.

She forcibly activated her Magical Circuits. Her entire body became hot from the strain.

Judge the concept of Creation.

Hypothesize the basic structure

And finally, Duplicate the composition materials.

The three steps of Projection that Archer had taught her. These words that she knew intimately, were the ones she called on at that moment as she brought the Magic to her hand. With her spell finished, she gripped her right hand thrusted it forward.

And just like that the choking stopped. Everything stopped. All that was the sound of fire as the tablecloth began to light up and the horrified look on her father's face.

He fell on top of her, his body threatening to crush her if she hadn't used Reinforcement to push it aside. He fell onto the floor. She looked into her eyes and could only see disbelief and fear in them. He looked at her like she was a monster, like she was the Witch that had brought ruin to his family. And then that faded until there was nothing left in his gaze. The knife that had been jammed into his stomach soon too faded away into nothing.

The only sign of what had happened was the blood that came out of the wound. The same blood that now covered her hands. Momo could only stand there and stare as that blood began to pool on the floor of her home.

She had killed him. With her own magic, with the knife that she had created. She was a murderer.

She fell to her knees and her body shook as she put her hands atop her face. She didn't care that that blood was now staining her face, she just couldn't stand to see the corpse in front of her.

Momo screamed. Her cry echoed throughout the home, but no one came to answer her.

This had to be a dream, right? If she just covered her eyes long enough then she'd wake up and the corpse would be gone.

But when she eventually took her hands away the body of her father was still there. It wasn't a dream. She had killed her own family. Her mother died because she didn't act sooner. Her father was dead because she was too weak to stop him in any other way. And soon Kyoko would die if she continued to stay with her. Her sister would die because she was useless.

Hello Momo Sakura.

Momo turned her head and looked at the Incubator. Like always, it appeared out of nowhere. But it was no longer the guardian angel that Mami had once described it. No, after everything she had learned she knew that its swaying tail and large eyes promised nothing but despair and damnation. It was a Demon, a Devil, and it was now here to entice her with a contract.

But even Demons had their uses. And besides, she was already damned anyway.

What do you want to wish for?

Kyoko ran toward her old home alone. After checking the Church to no avail, she had told Mami to keep watch of the surrounding area. Kyoko had argued it was a precaution in case those Magical Girls that attacked Archer came for them, but in reality it was because she needed to confront her family alone. Even if Momo wasn't here she had to make things right with her father, if only so that they had a proper home to return to.

In the end it was all for Momo. Everything that Kyoko had done recently was for the sake of her Sister. It had only taken her now to realize that.

Did that make her a bad hero? Did she have a right to put Momo before other people, even if they were complete strangers?

Was there any point in acting like one when all it did was bring pain to her and her family?

Kyoko suddenly couldn't feel her legs. She fell to the ground and realized that her entire body felt cold. She couldn't figure out what had happened, she couldn't even gasp. It was as if she had lost control of herself. That was a horrifying thought and the chill that spread throughout her was only a terrible reminder of that.

Then slowly warmth seeped back in. As if the heat that was once lost was finding its way back in. It was a different sort of heat, but a familiar one that seemed to be replacing something that had been lost.

And then it ended.

Kyoko gasped and found that she could actually move again. She pushed herself up with her hands only to freeze once she realized something was missing.

Her Command Seals still remained, but the ring that once held her Soul Gem was gone. She stood up and jerked her head around the area in case she had dropped it. But no, she didn't, Mami had told her something like that happening was impossible. You couldn't just misplace the Soul Gem on your finger, it had to be taken off willingly or forcibly ripped off by someone else.

She hadn't dropped it, it had disappeared. That power, that strength that had been ready to course through her body at a moment's notice was now gone. All that was left was the energy being produced by her Magical Circuits.

It should've been near impossible for something like that to happen, but she didn't have the time to figure it out. She needed to find Momo first, then she'd worry about why she was no longer a Magical Girl.

Kyoko activated her Magic Circuits and sprinted the rest of the way. In minutes she arrived at the front porch of her old house and threw the door open.

From the hallway she could see a light in the living room. A light that casted shadows that danced wildly against the wall. Intimate as she was with her element, it only took her a second to realize that there was a small fire.

She began to prepare a quick spell to snuff out the flames as she ran to the doorway. She entered the room, raised her hand, and-

Kyoko froze. Her hand still extended. Her eyes grew wide as she looked at the puddle of blood on the floor that came from her father. She looked at her mother collapsed sideways on the floor.

The growing flames that began to consume the table were ignored as she walked forward and kneeled on the ground to check her father first.

He was dead. Bled out. Had to be with all the blood that now pooled the floor. Blood that came from a wound dealt with by a knife. Yet the weapon wasn't there, it wasn't anywhere in the room from what she could see.

She stood up and rolled her mother over. Her bloodshot eyes and the bruises on her neck told Kyoko what had happened. Only her father had hands that big.

Soon a picture of what had happened developed in her mind. There was only one more thing that she needed to check to complete it.

But she didn't want to. She didn't want to confirm what it was that she already knew. Because if she did… then she would have nothing left.

The table collapsed on its legs as the flames consumed them. Sparks and ash hit her body, burning it, but she couldn't feel it. The fire began to spread along the floor and countertop. That too was ignored as Kyoko made her way to the bedroom. The same one that she and Momo had once shared.

Kyoko opened the door. It was there that she finally found Momo. It was there where Kyoko found her sister being held up in the air by a noose around her neck.

A single step forward. Then another. Each one was just bringing the inevitable closer to Kyoko as she slowly made her way to her sister. She burned the rope and let her sister's body fall into her arms.

It was cold. Not a single heartbeat, not even a bit of warmth came from it. It was just empty.

Kyoko gently laid the body onto the floor. Momo looked almost peaceful. As if she was taking a nap and would wake up at any moment. On her hand was a ring with a purple gemstone, the answer to why Kyoko was no longer a Magical Girl. She didn't care about that now though.

"Momo."

She should've never been here. They should've been back in Mami's apartment. They were supposed to be eating cake, doing schoolwork, and laughing as Mami and Archer bickered.

"I'm sorry."

But they couldn't go back to those times. It was too late now.

A single drop fell onto Kyoko's hand. Then another. Then countless others began to fall.

"Momo…"

The tears wouldn't stop coming. They continued to soak her sister's shirt even as the fire spread from the living room and began to burn the doorway behind her.

"MOMO!"

Kyoko screamed. She screamed until her throat became sore. Then she forced her Magic into her lungs so she could scream even more. But there was no one else to hear it. Nothing to accompany her, but the sound of the fire all as it spread across the entire room. She screamed until the smoke made it impossible to. Then she buried her face into her sister's chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She coughed as her own tears began to drown her. "It's my fault. My fault. T-this shouldn't have happened. It was me."

She did this. Did this to her family. Did this to her Sister.

Trying to help others, trying to play the hero, it all led to this. Archer had warned her. He had kept trying to tell her, but she wouldn't listen. And now all of this happened because of her. Because she had to chase after some dumb foolish dream.

Kyoko hugged the still corpse of her little sister. The flames quickly began to consume the bedroom. She could already feel the flame start to lick against her back. That only made her hug her sister even harder.

The house would burn, her family would burn, and the two of them would burn together.

She could feel the flames leap across her back as a darkness overtook her. Her despair, her sorrow, she would let herself drown in it completely and then let it all be burned away in the fire. That was a fate that suited a Witch like her.

But then she felt something warm press against her. It wasn't the fire. It wasn't trying to consume her but rather it was firm… and somehow gentle. She couldn't help but find comfort in the pair of arms that began to envelop her.

Anyone that had hugged her like this in the past was now dead. Whoever was doing this should've been a complete stranger to her, but for some reason she could recognize the strong embrace of her Servant.

It didn't make sense. He was a man who had only ever flicked her on the forehead or carried her around like some burdensome object. It seemed impossible to imagine him with a strong yet tender embrace, but here it was right now.

"What are you doing here Archer?" Kyoko asked him as she still held onto his sister.

"Doing my duty." His voice was strong, firm, yet somehow also gentle.

"What duty?"

"As your Servant."

A Servant and a Master. That was what they always were. A pair of people that never really got along, that always set up a wall between each other. They were convenient to one another, suitable to each other's purposes. There shouldn't have been anything beyond that.

"You don't have to stay," she told him. "You don't deserve this." He had always stayed beside her. He had always tried to help even as she refused to listen. That sort of loyalty... it didn't deserve to be burned away with some stupid foolish Master.

"Find a new Master." She didn't even know if that was possible. But if it was then he could certainly pull it off. He'd be able to find someone who could treat him better.

"I could," he admitted. "But I think I'd rather just stick around with you."

The fire didn't hurt Kyoko that much anymore. She knew that he was taking the brunt of the flames for her. Even as a Servant, there was only so much he could handle. Eventually the flames too would consume him if he continued to stay.

He didn't deserve to burn. Not him.

"What if I command you to go away?" she asked.

She could practically feel the smirk that he was giving her. "Then this will be the first time I disobey you. If you wish to burn in this fire, then I shall burn with you."

"Why… why would you stay with me?" she asked. He had performed his duty. Worked for her unerringly without any payment or thanks. Why would he continue giving her more? Why would he decide that this was a just reward for everything he had done?

Fire now surrounded them, having completely enveloped the room. Soon it would consume both of them.

Despite that, Archer still didn't move. "Because no one should die alone."

And then it clicked. Everything he had done; he had done for her. Not out of some duty that had been forced on him, not out of some stupid foolish ideal. He did it for her. A little girl that never realized what she truly had. A girl who was going to be taking away the last thing he had left in this world.

Kyoko finally let go of Momo. "Take me away." She commanded him not with her Command Seal but with her own voice. "Take me away and stay with me until the very end."

It was a selfish wish. Something that she didn't deserve to make after everything she had done. But she knew that he would grant it for her.

Kyoko's sorrow and despair, the flames that had burnt her body, the weight of that all finally began to weigh down on her body. She would have fallen to the floor had Archer not picked her up and carried her in his arms. She wanted to thank him, wanted to say something, anything, to him. But she couldn't, the darkness that consumed her sight was just too much.

"I promise I will… Kyoko."

His promise brought her relief. That relief was what finally allowed her to close her eyes in peace.

Archer stood on a nearby rooftop, with his Master in his arms. He watched as history repeated itself, the flames continued to spread across her old home. The same flames that would burn away everything that she once knew.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't turn to look at Mami who had come to see the aftermath. He remained stoic, continuously staring at the fire. Eventually the Magical Girl left once she finally realized that she didn't belong there. He didn't even spare a glance in her direction.

The only thing that had his attention were his own thoughts.

He had initially decided to stay in this world, because it was time that he wouldn't have to spend under Alaya's orders. Orders to kill and kill and kill countless numbers of people. Many of whom only had the crime of simply being there when an incident that threatened humanity happened.

He had fought and he fought for a dream. Constantly striving for greatness, even though he was ordinary. Constantly fighting even as everyone he once knew abandoned him. Even as the people he strived to save, the world he fought for, turned around and betrayed him. Then he finally achieved a miracle, a wish and a contract as he lay there bleeding.

He gave up a peaceful death and was rewarded with never-ending war. In the end his ideal, his wish to save everyone, had betrayed him too. It was impossible to save everyone, yet he didn't realize that until it was far too late. When he signed a contract that left him with nothing, but a field of swords where he would eternally curse his fate.

Left with nothing, he had no purpose even as he attempted to take advantage of this fleeting yet peaceful break from his duties. Yet even that was taken away as soon a contract was offered to his own Master.

No matter the world, there would always be a hopeless dreamer that would eventually lead themself to destruction. There would always be a wish and the foolish hero that would accept the contract. Never realizing what it truly entailed until it was too late.

In the end he had done what he could. She had made her own decision, to follow a dream that actually belonged to her, and this was the natural result of her choices. By all rights this was the price that she would have to pay.

And yet, seeing her alone and helpless in that fire stirred something within him.

It was why he couldn't help but comfort her in that moment, couldn't help but embrace her and wish that she too wanted to be saved from the flames. Even now, that desire was calling him as he looked at his arms where his Master laid.

Abandoned by everyone she loved and betrayed by the very ideals she once held; it was a wonder if she'd even survive by herself. And if she did, would that be a life worth living? Her contract was gone, even now he could tell that she was no longer a Magical Girl.

One last parting wish from Momo before her death. A wish meant to save her sister from her fate, but it had also left Kyoko without a purpose.

No purpose, no family, nothing else left in her life. At this point dying in that fire below would've likely been a mercy.

So then knowing this, what right did he have to save her? Especially when his desire to do so came from that same ideal that doomed him in the first place?

Archer wiped away the ashes that had covered her eyes even as his fist trembled.

There were two people in his existence that he cursed. One was the boy that would eventually become him. Second was the man that was the source of his ideals. The man that was responsible for the countless lives he had taken before and after his Contract. By saving his master now he would be doing the same that man had done.

It wasn't right. He should just leave her be. It would be the best for both of them.

But he couldn't let her go. He wouldn't let her go. Not until she wanted it herself.

Was it right for a man who had been forsaken by his dream, to feel so happy at the thought of saving just a single person? To have something in his arms that proved to him that it wasn't all for nothing? That his actions had led him to this?

Archer's hatred for the man known as Kiritsugu Emiya still remained… but now more than ever, he could understand his actions.

The fire trucks finally came and the men within quickly began work at putting out the fire. Archer simply watched as they worked to eventually put out the flames. Until all that was left was ash.

No matter the world it always seemed to have a twisted sense of irony. Was it fate that this would happen to her or was it because of his presence in this world? It was impossible to know, yet his answer would be the same.

No matter what, he would continue on. Always cursing, always suffering. Looking for the day when his life would finally end. Even though it never would come.

Perhaps now though, for just a fleeting moment, he could find some happiness with the little girl he held.

A young girl moved quietly in the alleyway. She wore a grey hakama patterned with black and a purple kimono fringed with white. Around her waist was a large a white ribbon, its long tails fluttering behind her as she walked. Simple for a Magical Girl outfit, but rather elegant in a way.

The most interesting thing about the girl was the ability that she wielded though. Severance. The ability to cut the connection between magic and its user.

The Incubator hopped down onto the pavement and walked alongside the girl. She didn't even turn to look at it, having likely long noticed its presence.

Where are you going now?

"Somewhere Big Si- Sakura can't find me."

Aren't you a Sakura?

"Not anymore... Kyoko will be safe if she doesn't have me around."

Is that why you faked your death?

Against other Magical Girls or Magi, this girl's abilities would render their spells useless. Most notable however was her ability to temporarily sever the connection between the Soul Gem and the body, forcing the target Magical Girl into a deathlike state.

That was what she had used to feign her own death. To have the skill to set up a timer on her own magic and willingly use her body like the puppet that it was just minutes after contracting was an impressive feat for her kind. A testament to her skill and adaptability as a Magical Girl. The extra effort it had taken to contract with both Sakura sisters had been worth it for the energy they would inevitably produce.

To think that it would've likely ignored the younger one if Oriko had not advised it otherwise. It would have to thank her for that. It was the courteous thing to do after all.

"I don't want her to look for me. There's… no room for me there."

It shouldn't be difficult for them to find a home that can adequately house the three of you.

The girl glanced at it. "You're really clueless."

The Incubator tilted its head. The knowledge we have far exceeds even the most intelligent of your kind though.

"You don't even know that what you're doing is bad. That makes it hard for me to hate you."

We are preventing entropy. Saving countless lives in the future. What we are doing is logically correct.

"Just because you're logically correct still doesn't mean you're morally right."

We find your kinds' sense of morality quite illogical.

They continued walking in silence. Until they were on a nearby street.

"I want to kill you," the girl suddenly said.

Then why haven't you attacked me yet?

"I don't want to get my knife dirty." The girl grabbed it by the scruff of its neck and threw it out onto a nearby street. She then hid in a shadow as a car promptly ran it over. "And there's more of you. I need to find a way to kill you for real."

Another Incubator appeared on the other side of the alleyway.

You wouldn't be the first to try.

"I'll still try anyway. Monsters need to die."

Was your father a monster?

The froze for a moment. "He killed Mama and would've killed Kyoko. He was a Monster," she said uncertainly, as if she was trying to convince herself of that.

He was a human. Just like you were.

"Shut up," she replied before walking away and disappearing around the nearest corner.