She wanted to bury the knife in deep and yet she couldn't seem to get a good hold of it. It had been easier before. So easy. This time, it just wasn't. That was until Red Son was in front of her. Her eye twitched as he spoke and flashed those teeth at her. A challenge and a threat. She glared at him as the arm wrapped around her waist. He let him hold on as something sprung forth from her mind. Finally, something with sharpness to it.

Like a serrated knife.

"Yours? How foolish. The Monkie Kid isn't yours, child. And you know that, deep down."