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She held still, taking it he was trying to help her get it off.She heard the sound of air rushing in, and felt it to.She felt the mask loosen, and she pulled it off, now that she could.She looked down at it, one could guess she wouldn't be putting it back on any time soon.

A chuckle left his throat as he took back the mask, sliding towards him before taking it into his hand and standing up to put it in it's proper place. He motioned her to follow since he didn't want her touching things she shouldn't.

She looked back up at him, as he took the mask from her.She looked back at the mask, alitte frightened of it now.Since she had not been able to get t off, and she thought if she put it back on, she'd be mask face forever.She looked back at him when he motioned her over.She stood up, and ran over to him.

It was strange having her around and following him even though he just asked her to do so, but he couldn't think of the correct words to describe how it felt. Instead he ignored he thoughts and carried on to his armory that was in the basement, where he kept most of anything that had worth.

Realizing she forgot something she went back over to the bag, pulling Ozball out, then went back over to Ulysses again.Following him, holding her precious stuffed animal.She didn't have a single clue as to where he was leading g her, but the mystery of it, made her follow.

The entire builing was quite dark and empty at that due to spending no time in putting effort to decorate it, however, the room he had walked into was bright, lit up as all his armory looked to be on display.

She followed him through the dull, and empty silence.Only their shoes making sound.Once they walked into a nicely lit room, she looked around.In a way, not sure what she was eve looking at.

Pistols and assault rifles lined the walls along with some other gadgets whose uses are still yet to see. More towards the back it looked like an office, a desk with three monitors attached to the same computer. He watched as she examined the room, wanting to make sure she wasn't planning on touching anything. She didn't have the height to reach anyway.

She looked around at the guns, but she couldn't even reach any, even if she jumped.She should know.She tried touching one.And failed, a lot.She soon gave up with a pouty look.

"You shouldn't touch those," he warned though his voice was flat as he placed his mask amongst them before peeking down at his watch that read 10:57pm. It was late. Well, it was for her at least, but she didn't look too tired. Maybe because of the long ride back that she napped on the majority of the time. His mind drifted back to the creative ways he could get rid of her. Not just that, but return her to whatever guardians she had.

She looked back at him, her pouty look at faded quite fast, she had surrendered at trying to touch one still though.She didn't appear to tired, but soon she would be, despite sleeping on the way here possibly. She looked down at Ozball.

At the moment she seemed to comfortable with communicating now and he asked again, "Who is your guardian?"

"Daddy" she answered.But it was odd, most child would answer mommy and daddy, hut she just answered with daddy.

He'd forgotten how children addressed their parents, but aimed more towards names, "Yes, do you know his name? What do other people call him?"

She looked Up thoughtful.It was on the tip of her tongue."Viktor!" She almost yelled.

"Ok," he gave a single nod, "now what's your last name?" Thankfully she was no longer so hard to work with, and a reward would be her trip home.. if nothing gets in their way.

Nausicaä looked down.Like she didn't know, or didn't remember..she just knew some first names..

At her silence he figured she didn't know and he sighed again. It would take forever to get her back, and he needed to do it soon before things decided to get dangerous. His job, even though stealthy, was never safe. She could be easily caught up in it and a possible burden. "Are you tired yet?" he asked, trying to rid the thought of anything severe happening.

She didn't know.She had no idea.Since she always heard people call fellow acquaintances and friends by nicknames, or first names.She looked up at Ulysses, she shook her head.But her eyes showed otherwise.She maybe was a tad tired,Or bored.It was her being a typical four year old.Wanting to play, rather than sleep.

It must've been just like a child to refuse sleep though she couldn't hide her weariness. He supposed she'd fall asleep eventually which reminded him where she would be sleeping. There was only one bed, but he wasn't one to sleep much so it seemed that it was hardly used, always fixed and tidy. Untouched. If she was looking to be entertained he wasn't exactly the one to go to. "Are you sure?" he began to try and coax the truth from her.