Clara was looking at Art curiously when he spoke to her armor, "I promise to treat her with kindness and respect, sir." Shr wondered why he would do such a thing but his next question was easy to answer, "No, I don't know my father but my teacher had given it to me when I became Captain... He died three days later when we were ambushed by a golem..." She shighed still feeling pain in her heart from his loss, "To take out a golem you usually take out the key or maker. We did but the son of a bitch had a fail safe so that when his heart stopped it would go on a rampage. It was set to keep killing until something destroyed it... We hadn't even seen it coming."<br/><br/>Her eyes teared up at the memory of that day but she would be damned if she cried so instead she smiled, "He was like a father to me when I had been saved from the orphanage and taken to a school to learn how to control my magic. He was also a good man and I still honor him to this day." With that she rubbed her arm self consciously, "Well I'm going to go clean this blood and dirt off of me soooooo." She looked at him waiting for him to turn around or go away. either one worked for her.