[Juneberry]

"You'd want him dead too if he killed your family right in front of you...and tried to kill you." It was a murmur and she wasn't meaning to say it, but this time she'd said it aloud rather than so small under her breath that it was inaudible- realizing it, she stared at the ground even more, her hands curling into fists.

"All the training I've ever done...It was all to stop him so he can't do this anymore... Mark will die. He will stop his murders..." She winced just thinking of it, causing her hands to whiten as the pressure seemed to drain blood from her knuckles. "I'll die if I must to assure it..."

She shook her head off quickly, a renewed nervous laugh escaping her. "Forgive my...tantrum, there. Sleep well, sir." She bowed politely, trying to hide her own embarrassment, amongst other things. With that she fled to another room, taking a seat on the bed. She rubbed the handle of her hand-gun with a sigh, before being given permission to play the leaf whistle to calm her enough to rest.