Everyone makes mistakes. But, it’s when these mistakes are quite costly that a problem arises. You and the other Sinners knew all too well that Vergilius would not be happy upon hearing what happened, but there was no use in shying away from it, either.

As you and the other Sinners board the bus again, you scuttle away into your seat, the other following suit, only leaving Don Quixote standing anxiously in the aisle of the bus.

“Let’s hear your excuse, Don Quixote.”

Comes the very displeased voice of Vergilius, looking down at her, impatiently waiting.

“I… could not turn a blind eye to the weak being persecuted-“

“No, wrong.”

Vergilius cuts her off, unable to make his anger more clear as he takes her to the ground, her shoulder trampled under his shoe.

“I asked for an excuse, not a justification of your views. This isn’t the first time either, Don Quixote. You’re responsible for three separate incidents already. That’s three separate times you’ve jeopardized our work with your deranged behavior. What do you think? Speak.”

“Wh… While mine own actions did inconvenience my colleagues…”

She’s unable to finish her sentence, yelping in pain. You know he’s about to punish her further, but you simply can’t stand for it. You’re fully aware standing in the way of a Color Fixer is an absolutely horrible idea, but it’s what your heart’s telling you to do.

Ignoring the dissuading, almost pleading looks from the other Sinners, you stand in front of Don Quixote, shielding her with your body, anxiously yet determinedly looking at Vergilius.

Stop it! She got the point! Hit me instead! Don’t make the Manager have to revive her…

You’re only met with a deathly glare, chilling you to your core, but you still stand your ground. You won’t let her be harmed further. Even if you’re killed and brought back a thousand times, your bond with Don Quixote was strong enough to where you’d do that for her in a heartbeat.