[Doctor Gabriel]

...Was that a yes?

Mr. Kite decided to assume that the incomprehensible pirate had indeed confirmed she would protect him. If happened was he was mistaken, he’d learn that soon enough.

“It wasn’t about what was in the flask, though it's contents were more expensive than everything in the garage combined,” Mr. Kite shook his head, the whisky had been mourned and moved on from. He reached into his coat and produced the worn, leather bound journal that contained every piece of magical knowledge he possessed. He flipped through it with a melancholic look of nostalgia dancing through his eyes above a warm smile.

“Besides this,” he snapped the journal shut before anyone nearby could get a good look at the secrets it held (or Berserker could turn it into another scrap of paper) and hid it within his coat once again, “that flask was all I had left of the father I can barely remember. That’s why I reacted so violently when you turned it into a map, not because I was some baby crying over his bottle being taken away. But because you’d stolen something precious to me and I couldn’t fathom why.”

Mr. Kite filled his lungs with smoke and sighed it out again. He didn't care anymore, whatever nonsensical reason she had to justify her actions wouldn't bring the flask back. There was no point wasting energy on something you couldn't change.

Instead, he pulled out his phone and began searching for some hint as to Assassin’s possible identity given the few clues he’d gleaned from their encounter. It was more productive to gather information that may help them win than to mope.

French woman.

Demons.

Lightening?

“What was that a map to anyway?” he mumbled absentmindedly as he scoured the internet, “I didn’t think Berserker had the ability to turn things into maps. Or… Not be berserk, come to think of it.”