[Of course she'd say that. Erika clicks her tongue. She doesn't trust it, not out of any emotional response to how Mio is feeling. Words are utterly meaningless when written in white. Only the red truth matters.

But of all the people Erika would bet on being the next to jump to murder - Mio wouldn't reach the top ten. Too... earnest. Even her motive for killing is so well intentioned.

She looks away from Mio - stares at the drinks on display at the salloon.]

I can't pretend to understand. But I'm inclined to believe you.

[She pauses, again.]

You'll remember one of our first conversations, where I mentioned I didn't have a choice in playing these games either.

I remembered the witch that made the choice for me, and turned me into a piece on her gameboard.