It is inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.

Is what Gion believed, is what he thought as justification when you, a high born princess as yourself had a gun in your hand. Your face calm, your white sleeves tainted red. The cerulean blues of his irises glance from the two abysses of your eyes to your bloodied palms.

"Is it your blood?" The blue-eyed prince asks plainly.