"...Master," he said, an automatic response already at his lips. He turned, and there was a spark of... something in his eyes. He stared at her with that slight spark, and dropped his bag, slowly walking towards her, approaching at a steady pace until he stood in front of her.

The two looked at each other for a moment, gray clashing with green. Then gray sank lower, below her, and his head went down. Drops of wetness appeared on the ground below, and Moroe might feel a sense of shock - the clone, the clone who has never shown anything, is crying.

"Master, is... is she going to die? The girl you told me to protect. Is she not going to survive?"