Justice

"I hate you."

"You've said that before."

"All humans must die."

"You sure know how to talk dirty to a girl."

"Insect. You live to serve my will."

Knives' body, warm, alive, close, slithers against hers.

"You are Derringer Meryl. You will live at my pleasure, die at my command."

"Or else?"

He coils around her, cold in triumph.

"Vash learns of this."

The hidden weapon is near. Ends and means, justified, just.

"Very well. I am Derringer Meryl. Oh, by the way…"

His body slumps. A mist, once warm and alive, settles on her face.

"I hate you, too."