"Tell me... why are you so willing to go through so much for me. Am I even worth it?" I asked. Words that I believed could solve my current internal dilemma.
Yes. Why are you so willing to go through so much for me? Is it because you genuinely care, or is it something that you do often? Like work, I presume?
So, would you care explain yourself?
"Yes, with pleasure. As I said, a little butterfly had once saved not one, but a group of devils more than ten years ago. It was during the revenge hunt of the death of Mr Silver." She said, sitting herself down.
"..."
And I thought about that. Yeah, something did indeed happen ten years ago, where I came across a group of...!!!
I stood up in great disbelief, shock coloring my face in great magnitude. "You... You are one of the girls that were dying across the streets thirteen years ago!!"