[Great; so now she has the word of a Shadow. She's a pretty good read when it comes to people, so she's pretty sure he isn't lying, or if he is, it's not by intention.

But words are still fickle, frail things, so easily forgotten the moment they become an inconvenience. It's entirely possible her decision here will just lead her down a path of bloodshed again in an effort to protect herself.

But... maybe she can defy her own blood a little more, this way. Maybe she can escape the grip of that curse by just a tiny bit, in this secluded place where no one even knows what the Blade Children are.

Until now, anyway.]

Alright.

[She sits by the cage. It'll be harder for her to spring into action this way, but she's forcing herself to relax. These words make her more vulnerable than her actions do by a mile anyway, so what's the harm in a little rest?

Gently, she places a hand over her chest, still not looking at the Shadow properly.]

If that's the case, I can be his proof.

Proof that you can accept what you were created for without succumbing to someone else's will.

[For now, at least.]