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[color=777777][color=white]”Am I in trouble?”[/color]

It was difficult for Katakuri to put into plain words the gravity of their situation. Chosah didn’t and couldn’t understand. Her world, as far as either of them were concerned, was nothing more than play, sleep and her favorite foods. Claps for accomplishments. Laughs for things she found silly. Tears for the things she disliked. Hugs and kisses and the promise of more of them tomorrow and every day after that. But the discovery of what she was and Katakuri’s choice to protect her, pulled her from that world and thrust her into a new one. The real one, where laughs and smiles and cheers weren’t given to Benders no matter their age.

The look in her eyes was tearing at a small piece of him. Chipping away at a wall that had been carefully built through years of conditioning. Brick by brick, everything he’d been taught and knew was true had been fed to him by the program that trained him; the program that shaped him into the sharpened tool he was. He’d been made an effective agent of the LSF, and the city and the wider world knew peace because of it. So why did everything he know stand in direct defiance of the girl wrapped in his arms? Why was such a simple directive so difficult to follow? All he was meant to do now was turn the child in. It wasn’t important what the LSF did with her afterwards. All he needed to know was that she had the potential to be dangerous and the world was much better off without her. He knew this. Understood it truly to his core. But he also knew [i]his[/i] world was never the same since Chosah.

He knew that this world, the one he helped to uphold, never gave to him what the child in his arms gave to him freely, every day.

[color=white]”Daddy?[/color]

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By the time Shinobi News broadcast Tao’s speech to the wider Republic, Katakuri was already beneath the streets and out of the public eye. Once in the Underground, he knew it would be impossible for anyone to find out who or what he was. All he needed to do now was keep a low profile and keep moving. Already he'd ditched his dinner jacket and replaced it with a stained coat he paid a small amount of yuan to a beggar for. Chosah too was given a small, dirty and hooded cloak that he secured around her neck and over her shoulders. With the hood up, her features were obscured and when standing next to Katakuri, the pair blended naturally with the noise of the crowds. Before they ventured too deep and the air became a danger for Chosah, Katakuri also managed to procure for her a breathing mask and a number of oxygen capsules. It would be enough to last at least a day or two for Chosah alone. Katakuri figured [i]he’d[/i] be fine and if he needed to, he’d find means for himself when the time came. For now, getting Chosah to a place he knew she stood a chance was all that mattered. Everything else came after.[/color][/quote][/cell][/row][/table][/sub][/color]