"Ah yes, you swore to your God. How very religious of you. Then tell me, Heartless." She leaned up again, and again Handy was forced to avoid cutting her throat prematurely. "Would you then willingly go back on your promise to wittle Crimson," she asked, placing a holed hoof on the human's fist which held the blade, "by killing my little soldier and thus forcing me to harm her?"