Vanguard
Vanguard would have laughed heartily at the girl's response, had he truly underestimated the current generation such? There was no escape, even he couldn't deny these facts. And she did not even flinch or react, how intriguing! She was not restraiing herself, but truly acting like a mindless weapon! In a way, she was worse than him. This just made him want to rub that hair of hers.
That is, if that man kept his mouth shut.
Vanguard sighed and glanced at Michael impassively, sternly even. It was the lack of a particular expression that made one realize just how hard his face was.
"Indeed, but one needs the time to wait. But of course one like you would say that, when time is the only thing he has. I wouldn't speak of things if I wasn't absolutely certain of their existence without a mere shadow of a doubt. I have seen it over and over and over again with my own eyes. It isn't something you can agree or disagree with, it's a fact."
Then, he turned to the girl and a ghost of a smile flashed on his face. He shrugged as if giving up, but in truth he had only just begun. This unfair world, this cruel world... he had seen it with his own eyes, the strings that puppet it all. But of course, there is nothing he'd yearn from this world made of strings, all there was left was the wish to to cut them.
"I suppose there is no need to hide it then. I don't need a sword that rusts over time, it will only birth a dull blade. Of course, this won't be for free. You may call me mercantile, but there is not a thing in this world that comes without a price."
Suddenly, his expression turned very grave, solemn, as decisive as a final blow. As he uttered these world, it was almost like the whole world came crashing down clasped on her head, rubbing her head like a cute small child after all. Very small.
"Will you trust me?"