<span style="color: mediumpurple">"She can't keep beating up her brother. I would rather not have to go this route, but we have no choice it seems."</span><br/><br/>Aiko rarely was desperate like this. She was just worried about her daughter and what would happen if they continued trying to suppress her aggressive nature. It was clear she needed an outlet. Daikon wasn't a good candidate just by the way he normally was. Though, it was very possible that he was just hiding his potential because of how similar he was personality wise with his mother. It didn't much matter in the end. Sage needed the focus at the moment. Mommy would be watching over her baby boy for the next few days.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"What about me?"</span>Daikon asked, sort of curious as to what special thing he could possibly get.<br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"You're getting rest for a few days."</span><br/><br/>The boy groaned. Sometimes it seemed as if Sage got special treatment. It was frustrating for him. Daikon played with the last few of his potatoes, his head resting in his free hand. The look on his face was that of disappointment. In a way, it looked just how a younger Aiko looked when she talked down on herself.