"What is a child like you doing here all alone?"
"That's none of your business, now put your hands up."
As if he was just simply amusing the child, Will put his hands up in the air in defeat. The girl, seemingly no older than eight holds a blaster with a blue infernus inside.
"I've never seen a child sized blaster before. I don't think they sell those at shops these days."
"It's because Father designed this for me."
"Oh? And why's that? Did you want practice slinging at such a young age?" the man inquired as he looked down at the little girl.
The child didn't say anything as her face remain stoic and emotionless. But a hint of fear flashed in her eyes when the man began to kneel down to her height. "I said don't move!" the girl yelled. It wasn't really loud-- and her voice cracked a little. Will figured that she probably doesn't yell often, despite her being at an age where temper tantrums are common.
"Or is it because your father told you so?" That question hit a spot as the girl's eyes widened for a split second before looking down.
"Please..." she muttered. "Just go away."
Despite her request, Will just sat down at the place he was kneeling. He slowly put his hands down as he let Burpy jump onto his palm. The girl, with her blaster still in hand, threatened him even more with it pointed at his head. "I'm not afraid to shoot, you know."
"I know," the man replied in such a carefree manner that the girl almost took offense in that. Almost.
"I've shot people before. I've hurt them."
"Yes, I have recalled seeing that before," this time Will was petting Burpy on the head, still not feeling threatened by the blaster inches away from his face.
"Then why aren't you scared? Why aren't you pulling out your blaster?!"
Will looked up from Burpy as his blue eyes clashed with Maria's green ones. "Because I know you won't shoot an unarmed man."
"H-How would you know that? I'm your enemy's daughter! If you hate Father then you must hate me too--"
"So what?"
"Huh?"
"I don't hate you. I have no reason to." At this line, Will noticed the girl's frail arms faltering in shock.
"But I'm Blakk's--"
"You being Blakk's daughter has nothing to do with it. Why should I hate you for something you can't control?"
"But--"
"Besides, isn't your dad trying to catch me? This is your chance, isn't it?"
Maria's eyes narrowed as she fidgeted with her stance. "I may be a child, but I'm not stupid. You're way stronger than me. You're not even taking me seriously. All I see in your eyes are pity, not even a single bit of fear."
Will was taken aback by her observation. "Your quite intuitive for a child your age. Usually kids like you are more self centered-- well it's not like it's a bad thing. They're just learning about themselves."
"... You seem to know a lot about children."
"Well, I do have a son at home around your age. I'd love to take you to meet him someday. I'm sure you two will get along."
She furrowed her brows as she gave the man a weirded out stare. Why would his son get along with someone who pointed a gun at his father? Maria remained silent, but now less wary of the man.
