Dossier Five

[fireintothesky]

[Henrietta sits at a little painted white table, bits of cloth and what looks like a stack of tiny shirts spread across it, along with sewing supplies and bits of fringe and lace. She's taking a break from sewing, apparently, to have a cup of tea, carefully doling out three tiny spoonfuls of sugar and mixing them into her cup with equal care

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[buckingbronco]

What are you writing?

[fireintothesky]

Ah! Hello Signore Cavallone. I was adding to my kill diary.

[buckingbronco]

K..kill diary!?

[fireintothesky]

[sjkadhskd not ANOTHER one] It's just a list. It's not really strange.

[buckingbronco]

[STILL MENTALLY FLAILING HERE] It's not the list that's strange...[And he knows hitmen who keep track of their kills so it's not to him]...it's the fact that a little girl like you is writing it.

[fireintothesky]

[FFFFFFF.] I'm not a little girl!

[buckingbronco]

Then what are you? You look like a normal little girl.

[fireintothesky]

[Stirs her tea.] I'm a cyborg. I'm supposed to kill things.

[buckingbronco]

[BRAINBREAK} You....they have that kind of technology in your world?

[fireintothesky]

[Nodnod] They don't in yours?

[buckingbronco]

No..we have a military robot that has to draw power from a human but it isn't the same..

...Why are they using that kind of technology on kids?

[fireintothesky]

Because. It doesn't work on adults. [Drinks some tea.]

[buckingbronco]

I know someone said that kids are more adaptable so that's why they're used for things like that but I still don't see....[Suddenly remembers the rumors he's heard concerning Reborn and the other babies like him] How old are you Henrietta?

[fireintothesky]

Um. I don't know. I think maybe I'm eleven or twelve. I don't remember though.

[buckingbronco]

You really don't know..?

Are you going to age at all?

[fireintothesky]

Oh, yes. Triela has. We don't grow much, I guess, but we do.