"Oh, how so?" Fiore asked as he stopped, standing completely still, not moving a muscle, not even bothering to turn around to address the child. 

[i]Go ahead,[/i] Fiore's consciousness said with a firm and angry tone. 

[i]"Go ahead" what? What do you expect me to do? Punt her? She is a child, a noisy child, but a child nonetheless,[/i] Fiore retaliated with sharp words, a thing he has rarely done ever since he was a child. 

[i]It's because she's a child that I [u]want[/u] you to kill her, mercilessly,[/i] Fiore's consciousness, while cruel and brutal, was right in his own sense. The girl was nothing more than an attention grabbing girl who would likely do nothing more than to follow and harass Fiore, something that Fiore's other consciousness already did - and Odysseus at times. 

And than it him him like a slab of hard and dry dirt speeding towards his face, which happened to Fiore once as a child, but that's a flashback for another day. 

"I forgot Odysseus..." Fiore silently mumbled under his own breath. 

[i]... You forgot Odysseus...[/i] Fiore's consciouness repeated. It was at that exact time that Fiore's mind went into a state of mass chaos and panic. Fiore spun around on his heel and faced the girl, and then he realized something else: in his near five minutes of staying silent, he also forgot about the little girl. 

"Listen kid, you want attention?" Fiore said, shivering and panicking, thinking of Odysseus, worrying about Odysseus. "Okay, here goes, you are prettier than that wench, okay? Happy now? What else do you want, a pat on the head? Okay, fine, I have to run now, bye!" Fiore then patted the girl on the head once more and took off running towards the tavern, meanwhile yelling out, "OOOOODYSSSSSSEEEEUUUSSSS!"