When Vasya explained that the prisoners were tied up in a corner and that they wouldn’t be able to make much noise, Junko nodded. He was right about his choices of what to do with them. There really were no other options other than to either kill them or release them. It seemed cruel to keep them alive only to kill them, but then again, if there was a chance that they might live and the alternative had been to kill them on the spot, then this was the preferable option.<br/><br/>She chuckled a little when he said he<span style="font-style: italic">almost</span>wished he had something like her weapon, before asking if she’d gotten to choose the type and particulars of the weapon. She considered his question for a moment before she answered.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“The weapons are already forged, so it isn’t like you get to custom make them, if that’s what you mean. It isn’t as simple as making any other weapon,”</span>she explained,<span style="color: #00BFFF">“Including my weapon, there are only eight currently named.” </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“If you request to challenge one and it is determined that you are a candidate, you do get to choose which weapon you wish to challenge. As such, I was able to choose the type of weapon I wanted in that sense,”</span>she answered, pausing for a moment as she removed the weapon from her back and took a seat, resting it across her lap and staring down at it.<span style="color: #00BFFF"> “All that said, it’s probably best that your wish is an <span style="font-style: italic">almost</span> anyways,”</span>she shrugged, leaving it at that rather than offering any explanation.<br/><br/>Candidates to use such weapons were rare, and all of them, herself included, had been subjected to experimentation at some point in their lifetime, whether they remembered it or not. It was even rarer that anyone succeeded in their challenge and obtained the weapon they desired. The death rate for those who chose to challenge a weapon of the Black Demon Series was exceptionally high. Even for those that survived, every day was a battle to remain in control, to remain themselves, to remain human.<br/><br/>They all wanted the power such a weapon granted, not just because the weapon itself was powerful, but because it increased your own power and physical abilities. Most rarely considered the cost of that power, though, and when faced with the power of the demon, their resolve crumbled. That said, it wasn’t as if she regretted her choice. She had resolved to do whatever she must to reach her goals, to defeat the vampires, and even if it was hard, she would never give up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“As far are the prisoners go, unless there is a good reason to kill them, I would prefer to let them go,”</span>she told him honestly as she watched him clean his weapon.<span style="color: #00BFFF">“They are your prisoners, though, so I won’t tell you what to do with them,”</span>she added as she provided her own weapon with a little care, although it required far less upkeep than a weapon such as his. After she had finished, she put it aside and looked at the food they had available.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">“Are you hungry?”</span>she asked, looking up at him briefly before she went back to looking through the items. She was a pretty good cook, so she didn’t mind whipping something up if he was hungry. Besides, she hadn’t eaten since early in the morning, so she was getting hungry herself.