Kimiko didn't trust many people. It was pretty much limited to Frenchie, and sometimes Hughie.

And you.

You were different. Yeah, you were violent, and full of darkness, and had a temper. But you were different.

You were rather quiet, like her, except that you could talk, you just didn't want to. You felt like you had nothing to say. So most of the time, you and Kimiko communicated through sign language or written words.

When you did speak, it was either the stupidest shit she'd ever heard, or something important. But other than that you barely opened your mouth.

She liked you, for some reason. You were always kind to her, even at the beginning. Never pushed her to do things she didn't want to, despite Butcher's orders.

Sometimes you'd come and sit with her, watch her carve things into wood with her knife, or watch her draw. Or you'd sit next to her while she watched TV, still silent.

She could sense a deeper darkness in you. Something terrible. Something grisly and traumatic that you kept hidden.

She wanted to know. But she wouldn't push you. Because you didn't push her.