<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">She stopped short, the knife barely missing her as she sprang to the left, no longer cornered by the desk but with him still between her and the now barred door. That had been her last option to get out of this mess without killing him. She was beginning to question whether he would have let her leave even if she had succeeded. After all, the others would have probably frowned on his use of her in this manner, and would have made a strong attempt to stop him in this obsession, or removed him if he could not be reasoned with. And that was his problem. He’d never had one of his obsessions fight back as hard as this little girl was. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“And yet you have such disdain for humans, but are so fascinated by this little girl… what’s so special about her?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she said, trying to distract him with thoughts of Ayla, on guard but not attacking, though she did knock the knife free from the floor and out of range of his reach. For now at least. </span>