"Fighting!! Fighting and pooping!!"
I could understand fighting, sure—but what the hell is looping?
Was it some kind of secret technique?
{Master, I believe she said "pooping." A term describing—}
(Yes, thank you very much, Professor Platform, for the reality slap I didn't ask for.)
We talked a lot after that, and I did my best—truly—to steer the conversation away from disgusting jokes. But it was a losing battle.
No matter where I turned, Bina had a way of dragging the topic back into the pit.
Then, I asked her, at one point, what she'd do if our Pact ever ended.
She answered, in a small, lonely voice, "I'll… go back to the mountains."
Like a lost animal!
This feral girl...
Well, a hundred years isn't a short time. Surely, she'd learn something from my deep well of wisdom.
Only... what would I even teach her?
All my fighting knowledge comes from mimicking the humans who used to hunt me in the past.