“I never had to kill anyone, but…” Misaki paused to rub the skin between her thumb and forefinger where a blister was forming. “But what?” “I would have.” Misaki lifted her head to look her son in the face. “If it came to it, I would have killed without a second thought. If it was to save Robin, I would have killed as many people as I needed to.” “Who’s Robin?” Mamoru asked. “He’s…” Warmth. Hope. The sun burning through the fog. “A robin is a Carythian bird. It’s a metaphor.”
