[She gave a small sigh of relief this time. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt or overwhelm him.]

I don't regret it either...[she said softly.] There's no one I would rather share that with than you. [She continued]

[Mamoru was just different, and that was alright. She had been socialized to think that all boys wanted sex and that sexual urges were part of what made men, "men". Mamoru had never been like that, and even now with someone he loved. But it didn't mean that he didn't love her. Kiraki had also been raised to think that girls weren't supposed to want sex, that sexual urges were wrong, or more that women didn't have them in the same way as men were supposed to. With how she had lost control that night she could be sure that wasn't the case.]

I'm just glad that I didn't freak you out. Then or today. Believe it or not but that's something I worry about a lot as silly as it seems. I worry that I'm not "feminine" enough, even though I know you don't care; and I just worry about scaring you...[She trailed off. She worried most about scaring him like she did that day, when he walked in to see her covered in her father's blood. She was most frightened about that part of herself. That part of her that was capable of being a cold-blooded killer.]