It's a big mission, this one. [That's the only reason the Order decided to even help. She was on edge, crossing her arms and sighing. The fact that a little kid had to worry about this shit...

A memory sparked in her mind of herself with the same Blade looking no older than ten. She went quiet, but for now shoved it back. Past life shit... now right now, dammit.]

... Say, if you wanna do something how about you help us set up? Every hand on deck counts, yeah? [She'd shoo him off once the shit started to hit the fan, but she can give him some small work if he wanted to try.]