"HMPH!" An old man with a cane in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in the other stood up. "Good deeds? Eh-stermina-ners ain't nothin' more'n murderers! They'll chop off heads with a SMILE fo' money..."

With a stumble, the old man took a tumble and Mario raced over to help him up.

"Hey! You've had way too much!" They reprimanded him.

"Shaddap! Damn eshtiminaners! Never forgive ya! Wha'd my son do?! Huh!?"

"Ugh... Mr. Murad's at it again." the patron next to Jin complained to their drinking partner.

"Don't be too hard on him. His son became a bug and got exterminated. I heard his last moments were something gruesome... someone who was there told me... His body had turned half into a bug and he was begging for his life but the next thing you know, it was off with his head... And the expression on his face as the head just rolled around on the ground--"

"Ahh, enough! I don't want to hear it! The fact that people willingly choose to do that job... to exterminate... it's something we'll never understand..."

Meanwhile, upstairs, Kidou was looking at the young girl he had just laid down in his bed.

"What... am I getting myself into..." He scowled and looked up at the ceiling. "Well. I can't sleep here."

Leaving out the back, he made his way towards the slums of E-05, practicing his sword technique and hardening his resolve. Why had he saved this girl? No one had come to the rescue when his village got infected... he survived. He had even saved someone else. Surely she could have done it as well if she had the desire.

Exterminators are swords. Emotions are unnecessary for tools of murder. Cagasters aren't humans. Don't listen to humans that start to show the symptoms. They aren't humans anymore. Their cries aren't human. Don't hesitate. Cut off its head. No matter who it is, if you truly call yourself an exterminator, you must become a heartless tool atop a mountain of corpses.

Suddenly, his sword tip was in the face of the same young girl from earlier.

"What do you want? I'm busy." His gruff voice ran over her.

"Um... thank you for saving me today... I haven't had the chance to thank you properly." Ilie stood with her hands in front of her, like an admonished school girl.

"Oh." He softened a bit, knowing the aggression was unnecessary, no matter how in a rush he was. "You don't have to worry about me. I just  personally see to it that dying requests are honored. Otherwise I'd be selling you off at a brothel right now."

It was a cruel tease of course, but he didn't mean it.

"...What's a brothel?" Ilie had blank eyes.

Ugh, sheltered brat!

"Just go to bed! I don't want to see your face! I said I'm busy!"

"...I don't want to. I want to be here... I don't want to be alone right now."

"Don't get the wrong idea! I'm not here to play your dad! If you're going to throw a tantrum, I'm going to throw you out!" He was even starting to sign some of the words unconsciously while he tried to get her to leave.

"I don't want to! I'm scared of being alone! Please! I won't say or do anything..." Her body language said scared, but her face said resolved. It reminded him a little too much of you.

"Whatever..." And he accepted that his plans had to change.